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

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14 GARFIELD GLEANER A VACATION THRILL While enjoying my vacation on Emory Harris ' ranch in the Santa Cruz mountains, I received a thrill (in fact we all received it) that will not soon be forgotten. Emory ' s sister, Billy, Emory, Bill Ajello, a friend of Emory ' s and I were returning from from a visit to the school teacher. We were riding along, lazily, for the nag that was pulling the carriage was none too ambi- tious and at last we came to a road leading down to a little canyon. Emory warned Bill Ajello, who was driving, to be careful. We had just started down the grade when something snapped and the carriage lurched forward, hitting the nag ' s legs. The nag jumped ahead and ran faster, the carriage gradually gaining momentum. It would have been a wonderful joyride if we had known it was safe, but we knew that down at the bottom of the canyon was a bridge and under the bridge was a stream full of boul- ders. For this reason we were not thrUled; in fact, we devoted most of our attention to see who could hang on the longest. Then the question came into our minds, would the nag miss the bridge in making the sharp turn? But we had no time to think or worry, for suddenly we swung around the sharp bend on one wheel, almost overturning the carriage and just managed to get on the bridge, although we took a wood railing off the bridge. We rejoiced to think we had managed to make the bridge safely. Billy Ajello stood up with the reins, suddenly becoming brave, thinking he had piloted us to safety when the back-wheel hit the last post which sup- ported the railing on the bridge. I do not remember what happened the next few moments, but I remember that when the wheel hit the post, the spokes flew in all directions of the compass and I be- came entangled in the rim. When the excitement was over I looked up and found the rim lying on me and I turned to see what kind of a situation my compan- ions were in. Emory ' s sister was sprawled over in the dust on one side of the road, Emory was in about the same condition on the other side, but Billy Ajello was standing up in what was left of the carriage, the reins still in his hands, looking like an old Roman chariot-driver. After picking up the remnants of the carriage and putting them to one side of the road, we slowly walked home, for thrill left its result in our feelings. In fact, Em- ory, Billy and I sat on pillows when we ate supper and afterwards quickly retired, knowing that it would not be comfortable to sit around. Homer Izumi, H-9. FAREWELL TO GARFIELD As shadows falling o ' er the way When sun goes down at close of day, So thoughts of leaving Garfield stray Across our minds. Though we attain ambitions high Our love for her will never die, So with kind thoughts we say good-bye To Garfield. Roseanne Larkin, H-9. GOOD-BYE, GARFIELD— ORANGE AND WHITE Good-bye to Garfield, good-bye to all, You ' ll get our records, from High next fall. We ' re on our way to win success We ' ll gain the top and nothing less. We ' ll win the honors, we ' ll take the cake, And we ' ll do this for old Garfield ' s sake. We ' re on our way and we ' ll get there quick, We ' ll take the jobs and make them stick. Good-bye, Garfield, Orange and White, We ' ll love you always, with all our might. We ' ll go into the world, but whatever we do, We ' ll always be thankful and grateful to you. Rex Hall, H-9.

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GARFIELD GLEANER 13 A DEWY MORNING The dew of morn so fresh and sweet, Still lingers on the ground. The misty drops in circles neat Are glistening all around. The morning air is misty, wet, A dewy mantle falls, A cloud of fog enshrouds us yet With damp and misty palls. But look! Behold! The sun is out. With bright and shining ray, The clouds of mist are put to rout, And lo! a glorious day. Dorothy Herrick, H-9. MY POCKETBOOK I ' ve got a little pocketbook, ' Twas on the Christmas tree; It ' s bright and new, for Santa Glaus Did send it right to me. It ' s got a little looking-glass; It fastens with a spring; I never saw in all my life Such a very pretty thing. But don ' t you think that it ' s too bad? Put down your ear a minute — My darling little pocketbook Has not a penny in it. Anita Dale Greenhood, L-7. ORIGIN OF OUR ECLIPSE (Original Myth) Phoebus was not always unsuccessful in his conquests, as is shown in the myth of Diana and Phoebus. Diana averred that her light was more welcome to mortals than the glaring heat of mid day. Of course Apollo resented this and challenged her to try crossing his path. Diana accepted and tauntingly said that she knew the people on Earth would welcome her cool rays in place of the scorching ones of her brother. The gods and goddesses, much interested in this contest, assembled the following day and prepared to watch it. Apollo set off at the usual time, with Diana closely pursuing him. All went well until the Lady of the Moon attempted to pass the Sun. To do this she had to go to one side of the beaten path. Her chariot was therefore directly in front of her broth- er ' s. The mortals on Earth suddenly felt a depressing darkness descend upon them.. In terror one and all crouched closely to Mother Earth for protection. Offering pray- ers to the gods, they begged to be punished differently if they had sinned and to be spared this terrifying darkness. The gods heard these prayers and trans- posed them to Apollo, who was having great sport, but, seeing the seriousness of the situation, rode closer to Diana. Diana, who, on account of the terrific heat, was swerv- ing from side to side, lost control of the reins and began to descend. Apollo, who really loved his sister, reached out and caught her reins, thus guiding her back to the path. Apollo again shone out in all his glory and the people on Earth rejoiced. Diana never could be quite reconciled to her defeat, so occasionally, when in high spirits, she tries again, only to be conquered by the stronger rays of her brother, the Sun. Eloise Nichols, H-9. SOLID TRUTH A few years ago I was up in Alaska. I had a great desire to get a polar bear, but had no luck whatever in getting any such animal. On the day before I was to return to Cali- fornia, I got out an eight-gauge shotgun, a lot of buckshot, and a horn of powder, and started out after a bear. I saw no more of a bear than I saw of an elephant, and so, after a morning ' s hunt I got mad, and shot a lot of rabbits and ptarmagin. I had shot what I thought to be about two-thirds of my shot, when on my way home I came face to face with a polar bear, as big as an elephant, just as I rambled around a corner. I raised my young cannon, and pulled the trigger. Nothing but a metallic click! Out of shot! I wasn ' t a bit scared, but just the little beads of perspiration stood out on my forehead, and froze into little balls of ice, (it was a hundred degrees below zero at this time of the year) and fell down at my feet. An inspiration came to me, and I hastily grabbed a handful of the little balls, and stuffed them into the gun for shot. Taking careful aim, I again yanked the trigger, and to my surprise, the powder, ex- ploding, melted the shot, and a stream of water flew straight at the bear. You must remember the intense cold that I told you about. The stream of water froze in midair, and an icicle struck the bear pointblank between the eyes, and pierced his brain. The life-warmth of the bear melted the icicle, and the bear died of water on the brain. (With apologies to unknown author.) James Kavanagh, L-9-I.

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EDITORIAL DIVISION Editor Margaret Palmer Assistant Editor Walter Morrison Literary Editors Ruth Waldo, Jean Pedersen Athletic Editors Marion Tobin, Robert Horner Joke Editors Alan Browne, Lester Berry Staff Artists William Wilke, Stuart Rose Faculty Advisor Miss White BUSINESS DIVISION Business Manager Jack Davis Assistant Manager Billy Jensen Subscription Manager James M cCormick Assistant Subscription Manager Donald Munro THE GLEANER The Gleaner ' s a great invention, The school gets all the fame, The printer gets all the money And the staff gets all the blame. It isn ' t very easy For a little staff to find, Some interesting material To tickle every mind; So when you find an ancient joke, Decked out in modern guise, Just hand it to the Editor, And make the staff seem wise. Bertha Thies L-9.