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

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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.

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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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THE OFFICE Oh, our principal has a fine office, On the walls there are photographs rare, The statues and rugs are most lovely. Like a mirror is each shining chair. Oh, I often peeped into the office. As down through the hallways I went, And I love to look into the office — But, Gosh, how I hate to be SENT. Scared Tommy. THE TALISMAN There lived in a small village near the Alhambra in Spain, a poor ribbon weaver. Like all the other people of that region he believed in the marvelous tales about the enchanted rooms and the hidden treasures of the Alhambra, which were bound under a magic spell. Everybody seemed to dream of finding a treasure which would enable him to live the rest of his days in luxury; in fact, the feel- ing of mystery and enchantment seemed to be in the very atmosphere. One night, as our ribbon weaver wandered along the banks of the Darrow river, he found a figure of a knight on horseback with his lance. There were several Arabic inscriptions on it, which he could not read. On the next day he took this to a Moorish merchant and asked him to read it. After much pondering and studying the merchant said he would not tell unless he was given half interest in it. The ribbon weaver was very angry at this but at last agreed to the bargain when he realized that unless he did he would not have the treasure at all. About a week later at ten o ' clock they started to follow the directions of the talis- man. They soon got to the right place, and what a lonely place it was, and how the wind moaned through the trees, and how the chills crept up and down their spines! The next direction was to listen for the meow of a cat. They listened for a few minutes which seemed like hours to them. Soon, low and far away, they heard a faint meow of a cat, then all was still. Then it came again, and again, and again, louder and closer, louder and closer, until it seem- ed right under them. The next order was to watch the cat closely and where it touched the wall they were to strike with the talisman and that would open the door to the passage leading to the treasure room. As soon as the cat had gone they did this and behold the door did open. They lit a taper and went into the passage. Oh! how dark it was and how the taper flickered and sputtered! After traveling what seemed to them a long time they came to the treasure room which contained many earthern jars which were very heavy, so heavy that they could only carry two of them home. The people of the town were very much surprised when they found that these men had grown so rich. However, the secret was never let-out until the ribbon weaver lay on his death-bed. He told the story to his son. The Moor, however, had gone back to his native home in Algiers. Philip Devin, L-9. EVENING The sun sinks slowly in the west, The birds have taken time to rest. Their wings they fold, as clouds of gold Float slowly past their nests. The moon comes up o ' er waters blue. Then lovers stroll around and coo. The sandman comes to close small eyes. Evening comes and twilight dies. Irene Hebard, L-8-W. APOLLO He rises early in the morn, Up from the glowing east. And over the waving fields of corn He drives his laboring beasts. He never rests from morn till night. Except on dismal days. And then we know the beauty Of his ever searching rays. Jack Pahl. THE EDUCATION OF JERRY (Conclusion of Continued Story) Jerry Roberts felt the hot blood rushing to his cheeks. You had better let me go or there will be war, he said indignantly. But his kidnapper merely quietly explain- ed, Jerry, my son, I believe in learning by doing. You are a student in machinery and engineering. You may supervise my boat and this experience will be more valuable than many more hours spent in the class- room. Jerry could not help being sorry for this lonely old man, and besides he rather be- lieved the man. So knowing that resistance would be useless he submitted. After a few hours, a fog came up, one of those cold, thick, beastly fogs that Jerry had never known on his ranch out at Oro- ville. The ship became practically lost in the fog with an unexperienced steersman at the helm. Quick, Jerry, look at the light-house. Two short flashes and a long. That means we must pass on the other side of the Is- land. No, sir, Jerry was now cool and confident. I ' ve tramped all over this island and I ' ve never been confused yet, even if I don ' t know how to manage this ship. I am navigating this ship now, and we are going on this side of the light house. You fanatic! You cocky young sapling! I ' m not going on the rocks just for your fool notions. SIR, I AM IN CHARGE! If you die so do I. Go downstairs and keep still. Ten minutes elapsed and indeed they were the longest minutes that young Jerry ever endured. But he was right, for no crash came, and Jerry was acquitted. Quick! Back to San Francisco! We must get the government after the crooks who are planning to wreck the steamer with the Prince of Wales on board. The time made by that little boat rivals anything yet seen. The officials were in- formed and the plotters foiled. Jerry was a hero! And when he returned to his engin- eering class he found that his kidnapper was his professor who had been trying to get information as to Jerry ' s mettle.