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

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THE PACE-MAKER Chief among the sports participated in by students of the Elay and Notecnirp Universities are track and field. In the season of 1920, these colleges were cham- pions of their respective divisions. They would settle their dispute as to which would be champion of the state on Ma} twenty-second. Everyone realized that the quarter-mile dash, in which the contestants were very even, would decide the meet. At last the great day arrived. The blue and white banners of Elay mingling with the red and gold of Notecnirp, was a pretty sight. As the stands filled, the meet began. First Elay would surprise, and win an event; then Notecnirp Vvould retaliate with an unexpected victory in another. The meet see-sawed back and forth, until finally, when all the events except the quarter-mile dash had been run off, the score was tied 61 to 6I3 S. The winner of the 440-yard dash would decide the meet. Jacobs of Elay and Guernsey of Notecnirp could both run the distance under fi.fty seconds, and every one was sure that the race would be close. Amid tense excitement, six runners toed the mark. It was noticed that one of the men did not participate in the warming-up maneuvers. He stood apart from the rest, utterly motionless and unconcerned. The Elay trainer stood near him with his arm over his shoulder, as if giving him advice. The trainer stood beside him until the starter waved his pistol. Bang I Six forms darted down the cinder path. The strange athlete was well in I he lead. With a peculiar, mechanical stride he ran and fairly ate up the distance. Some one to set the pace for Guernsey and tire him, grumbled an eager watcher. No, look at that stride! He is not letting up a bit, came from another inter- ested spectator. On and on sped the runner with the same regular pace. The three-htmdred mark was passed now, with the strange athlete full twenty yards in the lead. Fin- ally, he crossed the line a winner by twenty-five yards. However, to the astonish- ment of all, he kept on running, broke through the fence at the end of the track, and topple into the dust. Then came the announcer ' s voice clear and strong. First place in the quarter- mile dash: Dubkins, Elay. Time: forty- five seconds, setting a new world ' s record. Then, as the crowd clapped loudly, two rubbers were seen bearing the lifeless form of Dubkins, a hole in his side exposing the metal clockwork of the tin dummy, which had gained for Elay a great victory. — John Kilkenny, H9. THE SUNSET ON THE GOLDEN GATE The sunset on the Golden Gate, A beautiful sight one can relate, And when the clouds are hovering o ' er. It adds to the beauty, even more. And those who live upon the hills May grasp its beauty with many thrills. When we behold this wonderful sight. Flow can we doubt God ' s power and might? — Evelyn Jory, L9.

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THE RAINDROP-FAIRIES Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, Don ' t you hear them now? The little feet of fairies Dancing as the} go? Merry little elfins In their dainty glee. Flying from their gray cloud-homes To every bush and tree. Oh, these little fairies Are pretty as can be, With their silver wands a-fi ashing In gay jamboree. With their white arms full of diamonds, Sparkling gifts for you and me I Waltzing to the dulcet music Of the wrenlets in their spree, See the wee folk drop their jewels! See the dark earth catch them up! Old Mother Earth loves such beauties. And hear the birds, chirrup. Close in the poppy ' s chalice A large gem softly lies. And all the earth, each bird and beast, Gives thanks to the generous skies. The silken house of Arachne Is the palace of a king, And its drab-gowned mistress listens To what the robins sing. — L ' Envoi — So when the gifts are all a-given. When their arms, once full, are bare, Back they haste, with garments shining To their cloud home in the air. And as they are wafted upwards. By a kindly, gentle breeze. And Old Sol is gathering his elves For a frolic on the leas; When bright Iris descends gracef ' ly On her bridge of varied hue, Then the elfins rest at home. Till the earth needs jewels anew. Phyllis Joy Preston, H9.

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A REAL PICNIC Our lessons are finished, our books put away, So now for a truly old-time holiday. Grandma packed the lunch-box, Jane took her new book, And Jim took his fiddle to play by the brook. But we children, when ready, took nothing at all. Save happiness, joy, and a new rubber ball. Grandpa hitched the wagon, we all tumbled in, And with laughing and talking we did make a din. Along through the meadows we joyfully bumped Then we stopped, and from out the old wagon we jumped. The place which we chose was a beautiful spot. With a stream running through it, and trees, oh, a lot. The grass was so tall and so soft and so green. We ' re sure that there ne ' er was a prettier scene. At last came the twilight, and homeward we rode. Through the gathering dusk, a tired happy load. Long ago, there was a small village located on the Pacific Coast which is now the city of San Francisco. This little village ' s name was Tamal. It was an Indian village so it had to have an Indian name. One night the Indians were sitting around their fire when they heard a crash. This crash was a mighty tidal wave that had swept over the low range of moun- tains. It smashed the forests and the Indian villages. When this storm was over, other tribes of Indians came from near and far to see the great disaster. The water had swept in through a low place in the mountain which is now the Golden Gate. Goat Island is no less than a mountain peak which now serves as a protector to the bay as a naval base. We owe many thanks to the great spirit even if the tidal wave did kill many hundreds of Indians. Warren Kinney, H8. Mr. Hennessey running in the halls? Mrs. Brennan sewing without a thimble? Miss Skinner praising the boy who yelled loudest in the hall? Miss Cannon without anything to do in the office? Miss Patton allowing the pupils to cut pictures from the books? Miss Stout refusing to teach dancing? Mrs. Weidlein without her apron? Miss Grover requesting that teachers wishing pupils for other work during the day, take them from her classes? Miss Hamsher too busy to help someone in need? Barbara Ellen Brock, H8. THE LEGEND OF THE GOLDEN GATE CAN YOU IMAGINE: FAIEY LAND. Oh come with me to fairy land And you shall see as I, The graceful little Tinker Bell Away up in the sky. And you shall see the Elfin king, Perhaps, for us he ' ll sing. The queen will also add her might. Oh, it will be a glorious sight! LEE BLANCHARD, L7.