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

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still not seen, another fleeting ' Coyote, crossed the plate, and still another, then even Bill came puffing up. The game was won! The crowd cheered hysterically. Bill gave the crowd a comical wink, as the Lillies ' catcher looked at his feet and there, not more than a foot away from the plate, was a small, deep, round hole in the sod, and in the bottom the lost ball! Is Bill still playing? — no. He met with an accident in New York, and the last I heard he was helping Dunderbeck make hot dogs at the Circus. Herbert Thelen, H-7. MY BOOK CASE I have a bookcase, in which are all the books I have ever read. Some are torn, battered, and partially forgotten, but there are many that are still whole and thoroughly remembered. On the lowest shelf are the smaller books which, though once loved, are now almost forgotten, for they are the ones I read when I was a very small child. On the upper shelves are all of the books I have read and liked; but the top row is reserved for my favorite books. A Boy of the Last Crusades, Men of Iron, Kip- ling ' s Jungle Book, The Talisman and many others occupy this shelf, besides Peacock Pye and several other poem- books that I like. The odd thing about my bookcase is, that it is never too small to hold all of my books; as my collection of books grows, so does my bookcase frow. Everyone has a bookcase like mine, be- cause everyone has a mind. For my book- case is no more nor less than my own mind. Pauline Schuster L-9. THE APOLLO OF THE SKIES After the hazy hours of morning have passed, far to the east where the horizon ends, I arise and greet the world. I peer into darkened rooms and waken the sleeping children by gently kissing their eyelids with my sunbeams. I make my way under the leaves autumn has left, and tiny flowers creep out and lift their faces to me. I shine on dewy lawns and lakes and transform them into myriads of diamonds. The children touch them and smiles change to frowns of perplexity. Poor little souls! They know no care, know not what the future holds. Soon childhood days will be a bygone memory that flits past like a floating bubble. I look into the courtroom! My sunbeams change a mother ' s tears to pearls. Each tear is a pearl, a symbol of purity and freshness. Would that she knew that, poor soul, as she clasps her son to her breast. I creep into sickrooms and help ease the pain. I creep into every cranny, crevice, and nook, and birds greet me with song. When I am gone all is sad. I am the Sun, the eye with which the universe beholds itself and knows itself divine. Gladys Niebling H-9. THE TRAVELING BROOKLET Gurgling over ferns and moss Farther on to leap With arms widespread to pools below Where sweet azaleas creep. Tumbling on beneath the rocks, Sunflecked, where flowers bend, Where bright-hued songsters gaily trill The brooklet sea-ward wends. Sweetly asleep in forest dells Where timid violets shrink From dusty hikers, tired and warm Who stop to rest and drink. Rushing wildly, full of life, O ' er boulders huge and stern Lingering here and there to speak To some caressing fern. Straying idly in the moonlight ' Neath the whispering trees, Happy for the peace night brings Rippling with the breeze. Singing softly all the night long Serenades to nature ' s own, Then slips into Mother Ocean Thinking of its mountain home. Betty Branstead H-9. THE GOLDEN GATE One day I took a walk into the hills. I was tired and looked around for a place to rest. There was a beautiful spot not far off where one could see right through the Golden Gate. As I was resting I went back over the years, and this is what I saw. An Indian was standing on a rock, not very far from me. He had one hand shading his eyes looking towards the Golden Gate. Just then a number of war canoes appeared through the Gate. He stood as if counting them, and then disappeared among the trees, probably to give warning to his tribe that an enemy was coming. Suddenly the scene changed. I saw three Spanish gal- leons come through and anchor in the har- bor. Then I saw a settlement and a mission being built under the shadow of Twin Peaks, and the Mission Fathers peacefully going about their work. After that, some Russians in their big b Iky boats came nosing into the harbor, only to be sent about their business to make a settlement at Fort Ross. At times a few visiting Spanish ships would come through the Gate and anchor. Next, I saw the little town of San Francisco building up almost over night. The reason for these changes was — gold. In a little while the Golden Gate was filled with hurrying, bustling ships. As soon as they got into the harbor they were abandoned because the crew was so thirsty for gold. The Golden Gate cer- tainly led to the Golden land. Soon I saw a large steamship coming through the Gate. This was the beginning of commerce and fame for the Golden State. Filled with wonder at what I had seen I wandered on my way. only to wish I had been able to enjoy the excitement and adventures of those early days in California. Eileen Halloran L-8.

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which had been the main cause of my brain fag. There was a cobbler in the village who was noted for being the champeen liar of the village. In his own estimation he knew everything from shoemaking to Latin. We used to go in and ask him questions about our Latin, but the strange thing about it was that we made more mistakes with his help than without. Pretty soon we began to get wise, so we made up a sentence and asked him to translate it. It went like this: Tempus fugit et ego pecuniam habeo, which means, Time flies and I have money. We told the cobbler that we were having trouble with that sentence and asked him to help us. He was very much complimented by this acknowledgement of his supremacy, and at once began to figure. Tempus, he said. Of course that ' s storm. The rest follows easily. Storm on the sea; look out for the rocks. At last we had found him out. When six months had elapsed, I went home and resumed my studies, including Latin. But even now, I am helped by my friend, the cobbler, for often when I am feeling discouraged over some difficult bit of translation, my thoughts go back to him and the dauntless courage with which he met his Waterloo. Then I say to myself, If he could bluff it through, so can I. James Koford L-8 A MODERN DAY IN APOLLO ' S LIFE Apollo jumps into his aeroplane and starts across the horizon. Guess I ' ll stop at New York, says he, and starts the aeroplane on her downward flight. The aeroplane and its occupant float over the busy crowd until they reach a parking space. Apollo jumps out and goes to his favorite brokerage concern. He goes up to the board to learn his fortune, Aha, ' Ambrosia Consolidated, ' 659 points. ' Bar- reled Sunlight, ' 999 points. Sounds rawther good, dontcha know. He then strolls down the street until he meets Cupid and Venus, but look, Cupid is very different from the one we see in our books! His clothes and hair-comb are as perfect and stylish as Rudolph Valentino ' s, and in place of his bow, he carries a gold-headed cane. Apollo looks at his wristwatch; he must go now. He walks to his plane, jumps in, and starts back to his proper position in the heavens. Margaret Crittenden H-9. A WISH If there ' s anything I hate to do It ' s surely wash the dishes, And if a fairy came to me And gave me just three wishes, The first thing that I ' d ask of her: Excuse me from the dishes. Now you all know as well as I, That really they ' re not hard to do, And if your going to dine in style To this one custom you ' ll be true; And yet, somehow, in spite of all, Excuse me from the dishes. Theodosia Stephens L-9. GARFIELD SIRKUS (With apologies to Kipling ' s Gunga Din ) Ye may talk o ' plays an ' shows, Like a guy what thinks ' e knows, Or of fun ye think that all the other schools have But ye ' better come to our school, (it ' s an above the par school) An ' you ' ll have the foolish feelin ' that all fools have. Now in Garfield ' s friendly halls, In October, all the walls Are covered with posters for the Sirkus, Oh, we all take home the word, An ' our famblies are absurd, Savin ' , What ye comin ' now for, trvin ' to work us? Oh it ' s run! run! run! For a whackin ' lot stimulatin ' fun! There is candy and there ' s punch, With sandwiches for lunch, An ' a lot o ' side shows extry — only run! Pauline Schuster L-9. THE YARN OF BILL JOHNSON A Base Ball Story I can still see in mind ' s eye, the three hundred fifty odd pounds, that composed Bill Johnson ' s rather stout body, standing in back of the plate, ready to give the ball a swat that would make it hit Sheriff Green ' s chicken-house outside the city limits. However, Bill ' s power wasn ' t as advantageous to the Ring-necked Coyotes as it might have been, for when Bill got up to bat, the outfielders would hoof it for the city boundary, mayhap to catch a ball, but if the ball got that far. it would be too high in the air to catch, and running for it would be useless. Although Bill was strong, he mixed his strength with brains. Finally he got onto the idea of whacking the ball onto the plate with his enormous strength, and thus send it into the air, giving him time to reach first base and sometimes second, be- fore the ball got down. On September fourth the Ring-necked Coyotes were scheduled to play the Roar- ing Lilies, for the championship of Jones County. In spite of the fact that the day was cold and drizzling, people came from all over the state to see the game, and there was no thought of postponement. Finally the game started. If you were to squeeze a great many fat people together, and fill in the nooks with skinny people, you would get some idea of what I saw from an uncomfortable perch in a tree. In the ninth inning of the game, the score stood 6 to 3, Roaring Lilies, favor, and Bill was up to bat for the Coyotes. What would he do ? The bases were full, two were out. and the next man up was a sure out. If Bill hit the ball into the air it wouldn ' t stay up long enough to bring the men as well as Bill, himself, in. You could have heard a pin drop. The silence was not broken until — a whizzing ball shot from the pitchers hand — and then — whack — the crowd began to shout with excitement. One runner came, the ball was

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First Humorous Prize HUNKO ' TIN (Parody on Gunda Din by Kipling) If you want ' a buy a car And your money won ' t go far But you need it in your business pretty bad, Then you ' ll find a little car, That ' ll take you pretty far It ' s the one that ' s satisfactory to be had. Though its din, din, din, You hear an awful banging from within; But it takes you day by day Faithfully along the way Although it ' s just a little hunko ' tin. When you ' ve had it near a year, And it ' s filled you full of cheer, Don ' t forget that I ' m the guy who put you wise, For I ' ll guarantee you this ' Twill please brother, ma, and sis And they ' ll surely send its praises to the skies. Though it ' s bang, bang, bang, It most assuredly makes an awful clang And although it ' s made of tin, Over every road you ' ve been You ' ll find that it will always take the gang. You had better take this hint, Don ' t go off and buy a Flint Or invest your silver dollars in a Star; Please don ' t buy a Chevrolet It will eat up all your pay But to buy a Ford is getting one good car. When you ' ve had it quite a time And it doesn ' t seem to shine You will bring this old quotation into use, Though I ' ve cursed you and I ' ve flayed you By the honest hands that made you, You ' re far better than a Packard, hunko ' tin. Fred Stripp L-9. Second Humorous Prize BOBBIE AT THE ZOO Monkeys, zebras, and camels we saw, And laughing hyenas that ate their meat raw, Elephants, tigers, and lions, too, We saw in their cages that day at the zoo. Monkeys were chattering from their trapeze, They hang by their tails instead of their knees; Zebras and camels were there with the gnu; I wished they were mine, that day at the zoo. Peanuts, and popcorn and ice cream, too, Were up for sale that day at the zoo, The laughing hyena was fine and ooh! We had a good time that day at the zoo. As I was walking down the path, There came to meet me a great giraffe, I ran back to daddy and Mr. McGrew, Yes, that ' s what I did that day at the zoo. The tigers and leopards and panthers so black, Were there, you can bet, but away at the back, The lions were sitting so fierce and so true, Oh! they were pretty that day at the zoo. But when we turned from the zoo you can bet, I wished I had every beast there for a pet, And then I thanked daddy and Mr. McGrew, Cause I had a good time, that day at the zoo. By Jimmie Koford. Third Humorous Prize A HAPPY DREAM One night last week I went to bed As sleepy as could be, But the sense of something left undone Annoyed and troubled me. I dreamed that I was back in school The brightest in my class, For whatever test the teacher gave Was easy for me to pass. She told me it was wonderful To do as I had done, And she promised me a whole report With every mark a one. Next morning I went off to school From all my worries free, A victim of a happy dream Which heralded tragedy. In my first class the hardest question Fell to my poor lot, ' Twas then that I remembered That to study— I ' d forgot! Billie Carlin H-9. A CONDUCTOR Conductors vary in height, width, manner, complexion and the company that they work for. This particular conductor that I am about to describe is very, very, short, but what he lacks in height he makes up several times in width. Yes, sir! He weighs three times as much as any man four times his height. You have to watch out because a button is liable to snap off his coat or vest and hit you in the eye. He never allows any other fat person on the car, for fear the two together would fall through, some people say, but the real reason is that no- body of any extraordinary circumference can pass by him into the car. Fatness isn ' t, however, his only trait. He has a nose, whose perimeter is enormous, and the altitude is about one third of its perimeter. It is red and shiny, so shiny that a man who was inclined to be a little hard of seeing , asked why they had the electric light on in the middle of the day. His eyes are little and squinty, perhaps having been dimmed by his glaring nose, so you see there are two reasons for his not being able to see to lace his shoes. His ears are also little and he has developed the art of wiggling them at will, with which he amazes the small boys who get on the car. He also can wiggle his scalp, and that has helped him to tip his hat to his lady friends when his arms are full of packages. His voice behaves much as if it hadn ' t changed, as he says, Step right this way, ladies. All aboard, and with a ding, ding, he is off to another station. James Koford L-8.