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

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DO YOU REMEMBER? THE RIVER Recess at Oxford ? What scandals, what disclosures! We gambled! A mysterious box with minute, countless holes! Could it contain a potato bug ? A mouse ? A fero- cious snail? Ah, no! Nothing so guileless! It was a wicked pin-box! A pin-box, where the evil-doer might obtain paper-dolls, second- (or third-) hand valentines or other such immoral things. What is that child hopping around for? She should be taken to a veterinary-a-er-a- well, you fathom my meaning! Oh, it is just a game of Hopscotch! Sweet childhood! Such innocent (!!!!) pleasures! Yodellings float upon the atmosphere, sweet or otherwise. Go in-n-n-n-n a-a-n-d out th ' winda-a-a! Go in-n an-n-n-d- out th ' windah-h-h! Go in and ou-u-u-t th ' win- dow! As we-e-e-e-e-e-e have done be-e- fore! and that sentimental (page the cen- sor!) phrase — I kne-e-e-1 becuz-z-z I love you-u-u, but let them rave on, we know how soon disillusion cometh! Do Ed. Rivett and Dick Talbot perchance recall the story and poem still to be seen in the fast-fading and dog-earred Carrier Pigeon for 1920 ? Who can tell how many pencils were consumed over the notable one composed by the hale and hearty volley ball captain ? Columbus said, ' The world is round, ' etcetera! Ah! the magical name of Santa Claus! Stockings hung up at the ' chimbley ' with care! And also, you of Oxford, do you not recall the perfectly scrumptuous and thrill- ing way we celebrated Christmas ? How on light fantastic toe we danced hand-in- hand around the Christmas tree ? Boys not excluded. But all remark together: As childhood ' s links we sever Them days is gone fer-rever! Katharine Rogers H-9. THE RISING SUN When birds have just begun to peep, And all the world is still asleep, It seems that I ' m the only one, To watch the rising of the sun. The glittering dew drops on the ground, The sparkling foliage all around And spider webs of pure silk spun Reflect like gems, the rising sun. The clear bright sky of turquoise blue, The fluffy clouds, a rosy hue; They float away as if to shun The dazzle of the rising sun. Then, in a glorious, golden burst The sun, a ball of fire, at first, Shines forth, as if the day were won, 0 hail the victory of the sun! 1 wonder just how much it ' s worth To see the sun adorn the earth ? Oh what a picture! There is none So gorgeous as the rising sun. Doris Wilson, L-8. Down by the golden rimmed river That flows into the treacherous sea, Is a spot where my heart lies forever, And ' tis there that I long to be. There, where the birds wai ' ble sweetly, There where the flowers do grow, There my sweetheart will find me, Where that sunshiny river doth flow. The river, itself, rushes onward, Into a deep, blue sea; But it never once stops to think, that ' Tis there that I long to be. My love was a fairy-eyed person, Her tresses were golden and long, As T think of the days that are over, i remember the river ' s sweet song. Dorothy Mollin L-8. MOODS I can ' t begin to tell all about moods and what causes them. I don ' t know if the mooas are caused by the beating of your iieart or the pressure of your blood. I know one thing about moods and that is that the scenery around you certainly can make you change your mood. At different places you feel differently. That is, your moods change to different varieties. I think that in one day a person can have fifty-seven different varieties of moods. I, speaking for myself, go through fifty- seven varieties of moods, while attending school. In the morning, coming to school I feel that life is worth living. That is, of course, I am only in that mood when my algebra is finished and my English is done. The next mood period seems to come at the beginning of the second period. I feel so glum now that if anybody hinted that he felt like committing suicide, I would say, I ' m with you. The mood that I just mentioned, I call my algebra mood. The next great mood comes when the fifth period begins to dawn. If I am to receive a great examination paper, my heart begins to pound like a sledge- hammer, and my thoughts are glued to the examination papers. During the migration to Latin, my thoughts are in a happier mood, because, like Ichabod Crane, I get my Latin lessons by hook or crook. The dawn of a new era is coming. By that I mean the lunch period is in sight. I can ' t seem to find enough adjectives to de- scribe the mood I am in. I feel as if life is one grand and glorious feeling. I ' m not so grouchy and not so slow. By the time school has ended for the day I feel as if I had digested all of Heinz ' s varieties o f moods. Josephine Accamazzo.

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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.

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A PERFECT DAY ROOKIE, A DOG STORY You have asked me to write of a perfect day When all of the world is sweet; And I ' ve thought and thought that dav to find When sad things and bad things w r ere under ray feet. I thought over the beautiful days of my life But with joy there was always some sadness there, Some little blemish that marred the whole But made the joy seem only more fair. So I ' ve come to think that perhaps it is true, That as cracks in the diamond give back the light, And so make the beauty we prize so dear, That the sad things make glad things more bright. And the perfect day that I hope to find May be over the line of the Great Divide — A day so perfect and radiant and rare, I know that I shall be satisfied. Adella Gay. THE HUMBOLDT COUNTY REDWOOD FORESTS After following the Redwood highway for about one hundred and seventy-five miles you come into the redwoods which give the highway its name. The trees stand like tail columns reachings their tops high into the air to support the great blue dome of the sky. The reddish brown bark of the trees make the whole atmosphere redden, and gives trees, shrubs, and ferns a peculiar red glow. These redwoods grow in groups of ten around the stump of some fallen monarch of the forest. Many of the trees are dedicated to famous men. Also several of the most magnificent trees are dedicated to the world ' s greatest men. The highway follows the Eel river for over a hundred miles. This river is not deep or swift, but flows along at a slow, rip- pling pace and reflects perfectly every huckleberry bush and tree on its banks. The ferns and huckleberry bushes form a carpet, woven by nature for her great tem- ple. All these trees, ferns, and shrubs com- bined with the glistening, twisting, blue river form a lovely picture. Esto Linscott H-9. THE BREEZE-BLOWN CLOUD I saw a cloud away up high, Between the earth and azure sky. ' Twas all alone and snowy white, And floated like a breeze- blown kite, I turned around and looked once more, And numbered sheep a half a score. Upon that cloud they stood as still, As the old oak trees on yonder hill. Of course they were not really sheep, Because they did not walk or leap. I thought this then; I spoke aloud, They ' re onlv designs on the breeze-blown cloud. Gertrude Prusso L-8. I am a homely, shaggy-haired airdale, born in the movie colony at Hollywood. My first master was Theodore Roberts, the greatest character actor that ever came on the stage. If it hadn ' t been for the veterinary who cut my tail, I might have been a movie actor myself, for when I was a puppy, and was in a basket with my sisters and brothers, a man came from the Lasky studio, and w r anted one of us to be trained to act in the movies. He picked me up first, and said, This is a nice-looking little fellow; I think I ' ll take him. My master, Mr. Roberts, said, Oh, don ' t take him, his tail is too long. So the man took my brother Scout instead. Just for that extra joint in my tail the movies missed a great dog. I was certainly disappointed, but I cheered up for a few days. The awful blow came, however, when he gave me to his niece and I was sent away, before I had a chance to bite his pet Siamese cat in the leg. My new master took me down to San Diego, where horror of horrors, I found that she possessed a small son, who had the most distressing habit of grabbing my tail and pulling it with all his t.ny strength. My tail, short as it was, afforded a very good grip for his small hands. I was just getting settled and had a most wonderful collection of bones buried in vari- ous places in the backyard, when my master moved to San Francisco. Oh. what fun! Of course, I immediately started in to lick all the dogs in the neighborhood, and I finally succeeded. A short time after we had arrived, I heard my master say that my old master, Mr. Roberts, was coming to dinner. I went out in the back yard and strutted, for when I was a puppy I heard Mr. Roberts say he could tell a good dog by the way he stood. I hadn ' t strutted long, when I heard the bell ring, and I rushed into the house to greet my celebrity. He reached down, patted my head, and in a disgusted tone of voice said, O, what a dog. He doesn ' t show a drop of his thoroughbred blood. I was simply crushed, for I certainly thought that he, at least, would be glad to see me. I rushed into the back yard, and hid under the back steps. It was then quite dark, and as I lay there, quite sad at heart, I saw the black form of a man climbing over the back fence, and realized instantly that he was a burglar. Ah, I saw at once the chance of my lifetime to redeem myself with my old master. I crouched and waited for the man to approach near enough for me to spring at him. All of a sudden I sprang at his throat, missed, but got him on the shoulder. The weight of my body was suf- ficient to carry him off his feet. He yelled and the sound seemed to fill my body with a new strength. I held on while he, on his hands and knees, dragged me across the yard. When he reached the fence, he stood up and gave me a heavy blow on the side of my head with the butt of his revolver. Everything went black before my eyes. When I came to, Mr. Roberts was bathing my head with cold water and saying, Well, he is a good dog after all, and to my great ioy added, I doubt if Scout w r ould have done as well. Fred Glover L-8.