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

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V l WOLFBORO l Wolfboro, the beautiful Scout camp on the north fork of the Stanislaus river,l was founded by the Berkeley Council in 1928. It is situated on Sandy Flat, at an elevation of S500 feetg a wonderful change in altitude for any scout in Berkeley. Big Meadows is the nearest town, being about two miles from Wolfboro. l The camp was greatly improved in 1929. In 1928 we were obliged to eat undef' the trees where the food was not kept as clean as possible. In 1929 we had the advantage of a large log cabin equipped with running water. Also, a power pump was installed on the well and a shower was constructed near the kitchen. All these were added in 1929. l Last year there were a few days set aside for real scouting. One of these days was called Natives' Day where the Indians and Settlers dressed as they pleased.g The entire day was spent in contests between these two groups. Another day was set aside for a treasure hunt. Most of the time the Indians and Settlers were competing in some way to see which could outwit the other. l There was a lot of time spent on advancement last year. At the end of every session or two weeks, there was a Court of Honor where all boys could raise their rank if! they had completed the required tests. One of the most enjoyed offices last year was hike master. In behalf of the bdys, I can say that not one hike was a failure. We went on short hikes, long day hikesl and over-night hikes. On these hikes we got a better idea of the country surrounding the camp. l This year there will be a few changes and additions toithe camp, thus makihg it better than before. The Indian territory has been moved to a virgin forest and allittle further away from headquarters. Some of the things set aside for this year are: h'king, woodcraft, handicraft, nature study, swimming, life saving, pioneering, barnyard golf, scout games, test work, and real mountaineering for those who are qualified. , e BUD Rlw. l 4 THE WHALE At Shattuck and Stuart Street there was for a few days an embalmed whale with its baby. They were caught off Long Beach fourteen weeks ago. It was a sei whale, a variety which is about half the size of the largest whale. This whale was fiftyleight feet long and weighed three tons. The whale gets its food by opening its mouth and taking in about a thousand pounds of sardines. Then it closes its mouth, works its tongue up and down, forcing the water out through the whalebone, leaving the fish in its mouth. Then the fish go into a food pouch under the lower jaw which sends the food into the stomach in small quarftities. Because of their great size, whales are hard to preserve and move and there are not many to be seen. . DONALD WHITE, Low Eiglzib I

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A PERSIAN RUG What right has my profane young foot to tread upon the work of ancient men? These ancient men who labored on my rug: did they ever dream that this rug would be among so many other rugs of its own nationality on a hardwood floor in a far away Californian home? If only my rug could talk! How I would love to hear it tell about itself! Some young lovers, perhaps, worked on this rug together. Perhaps a broken- hearted old man with nothing else to divert his thoughts, perhaps a whole happy family wove this rug. My rug starts with the morning sun, a beautiful shade of yellow-green. . Its borders blend into brilliant shades of orange, to red, and to a deep wine color. Its center is of a fantastic design. Into it are woven all of the paths of life. There are dark passages, roads of sorrow, between brilliant almost fierce spots of color. To my eye, they look like a battle. They ight, they clash, the battle grows fiercer, more horrible as the night wears on. The color grows deeper. It is sorrowful, almost pathetic. Here are sorrow, death, strife and again my colors change. This time to a deep red. I see, I hear the Moslem chant of long robed priests. The Weavers stop. All is quiet. Gradually my color changes and becomes a starry night. No, No! I would not for Allah's sake Disturb my rug. A Hindu ghost lies there I'd rather leap a space to reach the stair. MARCIA Woou, H iglz N imfb. A THOUGHT TO THE DADS OF GARFIELD Some time ago, Mr. Hennessey, the principal of our Garfield School, had some tennis courts built. Many Garheld students and outsiders have spent happy hours in those courts. We, the pupils of Garfield, the teachers and others, have given programs in order to pay off the tennis court fund. On the nights of April fourth and fifth, Garfield had one of the most interesting programs this term. The Dads of Garfield gave an extremely jolly minstrel show to help pay the debt. This was called Plantation Frolicsf' The setting was that of a plantation. There were many solos by the dads. Five boys from Berkeley High School had a quintette. They sang two selections, Marianne and Ride on Vaquerof, Miss Jean Langley toe-danced and many others entertained. These are some of the many fathers who made this minstrel show a success and to whom the Garfield School owes rnuch: D. L. Hennessey, R. J. Garrett, C. K. Bush, D. S. Moore, C. Parrish, H. C. Corley. Jessie NIELSON, Low Eighth.

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A TERRIFYING MOMENT Katy stood hesitatingly at the top of the steep hill. Buckled upon her feet were the skates which had been given to her the day before as a birthday present. Katy had only learned to skate since then, and though she did want to have the thrill of skating down that long hill, she said to Helen, the girl behind her, that she didn't think she ought to attempt it. Oh, go on, scare-baby, sneered Helen. I dare you to. Katy gave her one look, and started out, pumping with all her might. Helen stood where she was left, watching her jealously, and wishing that she had as much courage. I know what I'll do, she said to herself spitefully, I'll bump into Katy and knock her down. Helen did not think that she would probably get hurt too, so away she started. Katy began very nicely, but when she got half way she discovered that her feet kept running away from her. Upon glancing back, she saw Helen's sneering face not a yard from her. Desperately, she tried to slow up, but her foot turned under her, and her head hit the sidewalk with a thud. Well, said Katy, as she climbed back into bed, I'm certainly glad that was a dream, but it taught me a lesson, and I'1l never do anything dangerous just because somebody dares me to. LENORE H1:NNEssEY, High Seventh. SUSPENSE I awoke with a start and stared with wide open eyes into the dark sky above. It was my first night in the open in snake country, and some horrible, unknown creature was slowly crawling down the blankets in my bed. Into my mind rushed the tale that I had heard of a rattlesnake that had crawled into a cowpuncher's bed on a cold night, coiled on his stomach, and gone to sleep, while the poor puncher hadn't been able to move a muscle for fear of the snake striking. With this pleasant thought in mind, I held my breath and tensed my body, as that thing kept nudging itself into my bed. I didn't dare make a move, and I doubt whether I could have made one even if I had wanted to. The thing finally reached my stomach and then, sure enough, it coiled up. I clenched my teeth and shoved my hand slowly, very slowly down and touched it. It gave a start, coiled tighter, and then something cold touched my hand again, again, and again. But it was not the quick, deadly strike of a rattlesnake. No! Far from it! It was just the familiar, caressing tongue of my young pup. MARJORIE SHEETS, Low N infb. DUTY The wind raged and the waves beat against the wooden sides of the good old cruiser, Commodore Franklin. In the dense fog the ship had struck a rock and was slowly sink- ing. SOS calls had been sent to the Coast Guard but no reply was received. The captain's order of women and children first was gladly obeyed by the men, but some of the women were still below deck trying to save their most valuable belongings. The crew were lowering the life-boats. just when the two small boats on the star- board side were about halfway down, the ship suddenly lurched to port, and the boats crashed against the ship! Boards flew in every direction, leaving these two life-boats useless. All the people were clamoring to get in the remaining boats. The captain had given up hope of gaining control of all his crew again, although some of them were crowded around him waiting for the order to abandon the ship. As a crew always does, they wanted him to go first, but he said, You must get back to shore, but I don't need to. I have done my duty. Wfith that he gave the order to leave the ship and climbed the ladder to the bridge. Just as the highest mast of the Commodore Franklin disappeared under the water, the Coast Guard boat came in sight. It was too late, for the captain went down with the Ship, DoRoTHx' TEMPLETON, Low N infb.