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

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Dances as merrily as of yore; All of these characters when in their books lay, Yearn when they leave us, for next Library Day. Margaret Thunen. A MODERN CINDERELLA It rained, and rained, and rained. Streets were damp, cars were damp and gutters were overflowing. This was the beginning of a new year. Down the street where the traffic was scarce was a yellow cab with two occupants; one, an attractive, smartly-dressed young- woman with her escort who, as anyone could see, admired her very much. The cab had stopped near the Oakland mole and Miss Andrews, whom I afterward learned worked for the Mercantile Trust Company, and had been sent on an errand to Los Angeles, stepped out. After Mr. Edwards, her escort, had pur- chased her ticket the train drew up. Miss Andrews removed her rubbers from her feet and gave them to Mr. Edwards to be put into her suitcase which had been left in the vestibule. He hurriedly put the rubbers in the suitcase with his mind on the more interesting occupation at hand — that of telling Miss Andrews goodbye. About eleven o ' clock that night Miss An- drews found herself unpacking her grips in a room at Hotel Rosslyn. She suddenly remembered that she had not found her rub- bers and she was certain that Mr. Edwards had gone into the vestibule with them. In another room at Hotel Hayward, where business men usually stay, a young man whose name was Roy Williams, was also unpacking his grip. He was tall, had light curly hair, and eyes that showed signs of a pleasing personality. He was greatly sur- prised to find, at the top of his suitcase, a pair of lady ' s rubbers which looked as if they had been thrown in at the last minute. He reflected a moment. The name which was in each rubber was quite new to him and he thought that a cute, small person ' s feet would fit into them very nicely. That evening there was a knock on the door and Miss Andrews opened the door to find a neat package on the floor. She took it inside and discovered a card on which was written: Found by MR. R. S. WILLIAMS Traveller ' s Insurance Agency, Hotel Hayward. The phone rang and Roy Williams an- swered. A sweet voice (so he thought) thanked him very much for returning the rubbers and also said that she would like to meet him. These two became very good friends and as time went on their friendship grew. About three months later Mr. Edwards, while glancing at the paper, stopped sudden- ly for this is what he saw: Engagement of Mr. Roy Williams and Miss Ele anor Andrews announced yesterday afternoon. A very interesting romance be- cause of a pair of misplaced rubbers. Marguerite Schweizer, H-9-B. CONFUSION IN THE STELLAR REGIONS I. Orion, in a fit of rage, threw his club across the sky, And cutting through, the starry blue, hit Callisto in the eye. The flow of language as she flew was was certainly a ripper. And as she stumbled round the sky, she tumbled in the dipper. II. The dipper being bottomless, Callisto went on through, But over-flew the Pleiades to see what they could do. The seven sisters caught her just before she hit the ground. And tried to take her home again by soaring all around. III. Now the little bear began to cry ' cause mama wasn ' t home. And loudly called his mother to come back and not to roam. The hunter heard his plaintive call and with his bloodhounds strong. He started out in search of her and brought her back ere long. Fred Stripp. AIR CASTLES When I grow up to be a man, I ' ll travel to far off ' Japan, And see the little Japanee A-sitting there and sipping tea. In far off Egypt by the Nile, Many a happy hour I ' ll while. And visit Tut-ank-amen ' s tomb Where the ancient pyramids loom. To sunny Italy and to Spain. Let ' s hope my dreams are not in vain. There to see most beautiful scenes. All I need is just the means. Jack Quayle, L-8-W. Stuart McKay and Me Kay Stewart Once there lived, in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, two men who loved each other very much; so much in fact, that they de- cided that they would be buried together when they died. They went up to Donner Lake on the shores of which, there are many big granite boulders and there on the hill side they cut a vault in the top of a granite rock. They labored for a long time before the work was finally completed. A month of so after the vault was com- pleted, a beautiful lady came to town and immediately both of the men, whose names were Stuart McKay and McKay Stewart, proceeded to fall in love with her. She married Stuart McKay and therefore the two men became great enemies and instead of being buried together in the grave that they had prepared for themselves, they nev- er saw each other again and were buried far apart in entirely different parts of the country. Every year many people visit the grave which took so much patience and labor to carve out of the living rock and which was never used for the purpose for which it was intended. Stuart Rose, L-9-G. NOTE— This is a true story.

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But he ' d call the police, urged Jack. Not him, comforted Jim, he ' s scared of them, too. Dick had to be satisfied, so the boys part- ed with the intention of meeting again that night. That night, with the aid of a skeleton key, they opened the rustic, old-fashioned lock, and entered. They could hear the old man snoring loudly, so loudly, in fact, that he quite drowned out their mouse-like foot- steps. They entered the sleeping man ' s room, and, to their amazement, instead of finding piles of old fashioned coins as they had ex- pected, they found old newspapers, dating away back somewhere in 1925, about thirty years ago. Dictionaries of all descriptions decorated the room. What ' s the meaning of this? blurted out Jim. For once his intelligence was baffled. But Dick had picked up a paper and was examining it closely. Jim did likewise. In a moment both boys ' pencils were out. They were puzzles, with, fortunately, the direc- tions for solving them written on them. A few hours passed, and the next thing the boys knew, Mr. Spette himself was look- ing at them and laughing. So you thought you ' d fool me, did you? asked old Spette, good naturedly. Now look at you, ha, ha! What are these puzzles? queried Dick. We used to call them cross-word puzzles in my day, the old man replied. They used to be quite a fad. The boys liked the puzzles so much, that they spread the fun among their friends, and soon every newspaper was filled with them. One day, as Dick and Jim sat solving puzzles Dick said, We thought we ' d fool him, but we didn ' t succeed, did we? No, replied the other from the depths of a dictionary, we ' ve got to admit the joke ' s on us. Margaret Thunen, L-9-G. STARS The stars twinkled down from the darkened heights. Bright golden dots in the blue. And the moon shone forth, an unequalled light, So pale, yet so beautiful, too. The little stars skipped, the little stars played. And capered with daintiest tread. While they ran ' long the path of the Milky Way, And frisked o ' er its silvery bed. The court of the air was gathered there. Lovely queen Luna in gorgeous robes. For the sovereigns and courtiers, were giv- ing a ball , And carried their luminous globes. They danced, they danced, ' til the morning came. And hastened them all away. And Old Sol broke into happy smiles. And then ' twas bright break of day. Phyllis Preston, H-8-.S BOBBIE ' S POEM I gotta write a poem and you bet it ' s awful hard. But Mrs. Gray says Write it, and of t ourse no one is barred. I have no inspiration, so my thoughts I ' ll just unite, And tell you how my dog was, a week ago last night. He was just like always then, but I hadda make it rhyme. So now I will begin to tell about those birds of mine. They ' re yellow and brown canaries, and now they ' re making a nest. But they ' re just like other canary birds so I needn ' t tell the rest. And then, I have some fishes, they ' re gold and black and grey. And they ' ll reflect the sunshine, if it ' s a sunny day. I also have a cat, some chickens and some snails. They ' re just like other animals so this is the end of their tales. James Koford, H-8-S. AN OLD INDIAN LEGEND In the Nevada Desert, there is a spot the size of about one acre, and in this acre is a cemetery used for Indians who had lost their lives in battle. A little distance away there stands a queer shaped stone, on which are many carvings. I will try to relate as clearly as possible the legend which this concerns. In the early eighties, there dwelt a tribe of Indians on one side of the desert, and on the other side of the desert there lived an enemy tribe. It finally came to pass that the braves in one tribe started on the war path. As a coincidence, the braves of the other tribe started on the war path at the same time. They met in the middle of the desert, and they dashed like waves of the ocean. After a night of furious battle, one side was re- duced to a mere twenty, but on the other side there remained only one huge chief. He was bleeding from many wounds, and was fast weakening. When he saw such odds, he started to run, beating dov an op- ponent every once in a while, like a pur- sued bear. At last he dropped from loss of blood. When the braves in pursuit came up to him, they realized what a hero he was. They then got their tribe to put up a monu- ment in memory of this hero. This monu- ment took many days of work and if you should pass through that part of the desert you would find that it still stands beside the battlefield. Gerald Neasham. LIBRARY DAY Lace and ribbons are on maidens fair. In gowns of silk and powdered hair. Both Topsy and Eva are on display. Raggedy twms carry the day. Alice in Wonderland with golden curls. Runs with a host of other girls. Young Simon, simple as ever before,

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CHARLEY ' S ANT Say, Jack, let ' s go swimming, said one boy of about fourteen years old to another of the same age. Sure! replied Jack Rankin to Charley Johnson. The boys were both freckle-faced lads of Massachusetts. They lived in a little inland town and as it was July, most of the time was spent swimming in the nearby stream. They went dow n the road and took a short-cut through Old-Man Spettinger ' s fruit orchard. All of a sudden Jack gripped Charley ' s arm. Look, he said, see that kid creeping through the brush there ? Charley looked and there sure enough a boy was creeping through the brushes on the side of the orchard. Hum, mused Charley, looks like he is looking for — oh yes! He ' s a bughunter! Sure enough the boy was carrying a but- terfly net and was casting it in the direction of an elusive butterfly. At the sight of the boys he came up and introduced him- self. My name is Bibbs Knight, I just moved heah from Alabama. What are your names? he asked with his southern drawl. We ' re Charley Johnson and Jack Ran- kin, Jack replied. What are you looking for? Oh, I ' m a-looking foah a Simulationus Timoris A which? Charley burst forth. A red ant for my collection, smiled Bibbs. Oh, I know where you can get all you want of those Simulation what-ever-you-call - ' em things, said Charley. Where? asked Jack. Right up here, Charley answered, lead- ing out into the orchard. Following Char- ley the boys stepped out between the fruit trees. At the sight of some apples on a tree Charley exclaimed. I am going to kill two birds with one stone. How? asked Bibbs. I ' m going to get red apples and your old red ants at the same time, Charles replied climbing in the tree. Just as he had picked three apples, Jack cried out. Cheesit, Charley, here comes Old Spctt. You can get the ants some other time. At this the three boys turned and ran out of the orchard as old Spett came puffing up. While the boys were sitting under the old oak at the swimming pool, Charley burst forth: Aw! something bit me. The boys gathered around and Charley pulled out a red ant! Just what I ' ve been a-looking foah, Bibbs cried, Now I ' ve got my red ant. No, said Jack, You ' ve got Charley ' s ant. Robert Condon, H8. SPANISH S is for Spanish, Mrs. Kleeberger knov s how. P is for pronouns, they cause such a row! A is for anguish, we know what that means. N is for noun, on which everyone leans. I is for ignorance, we ' re perfect in that! S is for speed, we ' ll soon get it pat. H is for hardship, we ' ve had lots of that! Arabella Miler, H-9-K. THE FLEET I. One by one the ships sailed into view. Waving the flag of Red, White and Blue, ' Twas the greatest Armada e ' er sailed into the bay. Like a jewelled city in the water it lay. II. How beautiful was the sight. Of the illuminated fleet that night. Great shafts of light streamed o ' er the land. And music was played by the marine band. III. Sail on O Fleet! we enjoyed your stay, Sail out again o ' er the ocean gray, Some day we hope to greet you again. Farewell, 0 Fleet! Farewell till then. Robert Davis, L -8-W A HIKE 1. ' Twas seventy boys in morning ' s shine, With warm clad chests, and dry boots fine. That started from the Boy Scout camp, To look, to listen, and to tramp. II. The Devil ' s Mountain which was seen, Fair fifteen miles o ' ertops the green, This their goal, their aim to climb , The gift of nature for all time. III. And as they walked and wandered on. Across the meadows, good nature ' s lawn, They picked the flowers which there do stand, A thought of Heaven, and not of man. IV. The birds which all about them flew. The scoutmasters and old scouts knew. While walking with the smaller boys. This knowledge imparted gave great joys. V. The valley wood in time was reached. The creek, the trees, these things un- bleached, A haven in which to cool their heads, A place in which birds made their beds. VI. Again the walk but through the shade, As though the creek and trees were made For hikers who would like the air, Fruitful, fragrant, fresh, and fair. VII. Ascending now they left the wood. The thing that first had seemed so good. But as to the top their eyes they lend. The sunlight seems a welcome ' friend, VIII. On and up, into the breeze, Above the creek, above the trees, The scene below, the scene above, A tale oft told, like a tale of love. IX. At last by them the top was gained, A feat well worthy to be attained. For then they looked and saw below, A sight which thrilled them through and through. X. To the north, the south, the east, the west, They saw God ' s land at its very best. And when they stood and saw and dreamed, A life of love upon them beamed. Paschal H. C. Longaker, L-9-G.