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

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I BOWEPCS CAVE Bower's Cave is a cave located in Tuolumne County. This cave was discovered by a man who was exploring a deep place and suddenly fell into the hole, or cave. He roke his leg when he fell and when he recovered from the shock and injuries he climbe out from the cave by means of a gigantic oak tree that reached to the top of the cav . This cave is very deep and wide. At one side there is a small underground lake, bout sixty feet deep, and the keeper of the cave swears that he had seen a canoe at the bo tom of the lake when it was very clear. In the middle there is the oak tree by whic explorer escaped from the cave. Then there are gigantic walls of rocks, with their tures of people and animals. After this, one sees a long pair of stairs which one cli and at the top are many stalactities and stalagmites which are forming with the and farther on are some minerals. There are also some other small caves branching this big one, that are forming more wonders, but these are not open yet. BoB BOONE, Low Eigbi HOW JOHN BECAME A CAPTAIN General Jackson walked along the ridge. Below him lay the Union forces outnu ing his army ten to one. In the morning they would surely be defeated, unless he c think of some strategy. At his side rode Lieutenant John Smith. He seemed to li the pic- mbs, years- tml fb. :pber- ould sense the General's thoughts and said, Why couldn't we paint those logs black and grey and put them along this ridge so the enemy will think they are cannon. They won't know our numbers and maybe will retreat long enough to allow us to escape. Immediately the General's face lighted up and he ordered the logs painted and placed. F? 2? S5 It was morning. This day was a great day for General McClellan. If he defeated the Confederate army now he might be made Commander-in-Chief of the Union f Just then a scout came flying, all wild with haste and fear. He quickly salute said, We can't hope to win. The enemy has over forty cannon pointed at us. We retreat now. Impossible! roared the General. Come and see for yourself, then, was the only answer he got. Fi' 51' :P General Jackson saw with a smile the Union army retreating. He sent a mess after John and for a reward for his services made him a captain. It was one o greatest moments in john's life. He was a CAPTAIN. BEN GERWICK, H igb Seven BENAIRES It was a bleak, winter night in the Alps of Switzerland. A traveler, floundering th snowy drifts, fell exhausted. By good fortune a monastery was not far distant. E night monks and dogs would go out and search for any such travelers. This ni rces. and TBUS! enger if the Ib. ough very ht, a monk with a dog by the name of Benaires, set out. They had only gone a littlj way when Benaires found the traveler. The monk hurriedly took him to the monastery, where, under their careful attention, he soon recovered. When the traveler was to start out again, he told them who he wasg Count Bernard. The Count had been rated from his companions and had become lost. He was very grateful, and wh arrived safely in his own city, he had a statue of the monk and Benaires erected i market place for all to see. All his life he helped the monastery by giving them sums of money. ready sepa- en he in the large JEAN PARKIN, H igb Severfnib.

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HWATER! WATER ! U In the dusk of a late summer evening could be seen a man sitting on the rail of a Great Lakes steamer, smoking a corncob pipe. The man, Mr. Jenks, was tall and lean. He was a veteran ocean traveler, having crossed the Atlantic many times, but never before had he been'on one of the great fresh water lakes of North America. Mr. Jenks was tired. His pipe dropped from his mouth unnoticed. He was sleeping on the rail of a lake liner! The ship gave a sudden lurch. He had a rude awakening somewhere in the middle of Lake Erie. He came up sputtering and calling for help, but in vain. All that night he kept up a tiresome routine of swimming, treading water, and floating. Early the next morning the sun arose, casting its rosy tints across the water, lighting up the horizon, and showing him the whereabouts of a large tree trunk with some of the branches showing above the water. Mr. Jenks swam over to the tree, pulled himself up, on to, and off the other side of the tree. He tried again with better success. He found the most comfortable place on the tree and sat down. All day the sun beat down on him, and he grew hungry and thirsty. By evening, his throat and mouth were patched. The night brought little relief, as he was very restless. All the next day the sun poured on him. His tongue became swollen and cracked. Next morning the sun, rising, showed him a ship. He stood up, waved his shirt, tried to yell but failed. The crew of the ship evidently saw him for they lowered a boat. Swiftly the boat came towards the tree. a The boat was swung broadside to the tree, and willing hands lifted Mr. Jenks into the boat. Water! XVater! he croaked. . An amazed sailor dipped a bucket into the lake and brought it up brimming full of good, clear, fresh water! JACK ZIVNUSKA, Low Ninfb.. . THE ORIGIN OF THE BRIDGE OF THE GODS On either side of a valley in Rainier National Park lived two tribes of giants. They were always at war with each other, but things had been going on peaceably for several years and nothing had happened. The tribe's chief, on the west side of the valley, had a very handsome son, while the chief of the tribe on the east side had a verv beautiful daughter. The handsome youth's name was Deerfoot, and the beautiful girl's name was Smiling Waters. These two had been in love for many years, but since their tribes were enemies they could not marry. When they would meet secretly, Deerfoot would be very impatient, and would ask Smiling Waters why she would not marry him then. Smiling Waters would look at him out of her dark eyes and smile and say, Be patient, Deerfoot, we must wait, and when our tribes are at peace all the time, we shall wed with great festivityf' But one dark night when both tribes were sleeping peacefully, Deerfoot got out of bed and walked out into the clean, fresh air. He could not stand it any longer, he told himself he would go and carry Smiling Waters away, and they would be married and live happilyi So he stole across the valley silently and carried the sleeping girl away. Smiling Water's mother thought she had heard a noise and when she went to her daughter's bed, not finding her there, she roused the tribe quickly. They guessed imme- diately who had carried her away, and they called across the valley and asked the other tribe if they had her. Deerfoot, elated at his success, was hurrying across the valley. One of the enemy tribe saw him and they began firing large stones at him. At that, the other tribe started. A rock struck Deerfoot and Smiling Waters and they were killed. The rocks fell until they made a bridge across the valley, thus sealing the fate of two lovers and making the Bridge of the Gods. E NANCY Rice, High Eighth.

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A MARINE VIEW The sun, a living ball of fire, was creeping towards the horizon just outside the properly named Golden Gate. A large, wide, glittering lane of shining gold stretched through the Golden Gate up to the shores of Berkeley. The clouds that surrounded the sun were tinted a deep orange. The waters of the bay were a dark purple with the hills of San Francisco and the Marin County mountains forming a dark background. The sky scrapers of San Francisco were sharply silhouetted against the horizon. A boat could be seen steaming into the bay through the Golden Gate leaving behind a stream of foam and a long trail of smoke. Ferry boats were plying between their destinations with their human cargoes. A silver winged airplane was flashing on high. JIM LUTHIN, Low N infb. SILENCE IS GOLDEN There was a mysterious air over the building. Everyone was solemn. Not one spoke as he slipped about his sad duty. The long, dim corridors had an air of sorrow of their own. Some walked with bowed heads as in deep sorrow. Silence prevailed over all. What had happened? The day before, all had been free and jolly! today they acted as if they had lost their last friend. Finally. when the suspense was too great to bear, I nudged the one in command and whispered, What's the matter? He replied in a solemn bass voice, This is a day of silence. BETTY JANE CLARK, Low N infb. JUPITER'S REVENGE In the town of Montreux, cuddling in the Swiss Alps, lived a little peasant lad called by his friends fhe had no parentsj Jean Roget. He was a cripple, having been attacked by an eagle while he was defending a lamb from its talons. His small flock of sheep, left him by his father, was pastured between the railroad and towering cliffs of rock and snow. They dwindled into a peak which glistened from the ice like a diamond solitaire in the morning sun. On the early morning train rode Jimmy Peterson, an American boy, traveling with his mother. He had become friendly with the conductor in his car and had been told the story of Jean, whose cheery wave was watched for by the trainmen. When told about the iight with the eagle, Jimmy said, I wonder if the eagle was Jupiter, angry because the new-born lamb was not sacrificed to him? Nonsense, boy, no one believes in the ancient gods now. Embarrassed, Jimmy said no more, but he thought, what an excellent spot for a temple of the gods that sparkling pinnacle would be. Then he thought, Why' couldn't that eagle have been Jupiter, for the eagles represent Jupiter. But I hope not, for Jupiter always got his revenge. I suppose I am silly to think this way, but I like to. The engineer of the train looked across the meadow to see Jean wave. He was not there. The engineer was wondering why, when he saw Jean in the track ahead, waving his shirt in warning. As he stopped, he wondered what Jean wanted. But he did not wonder long. A low rumbling was heard. Landslide! Down the side of the cliff, burying the meadow and its flock of sheep, came the rushing torrent of rock and ice. On it came, picking up Jean, throwing, then burying him as if he were but a blade of grass. On it swept, a scarce hundred yards from the train, and thundered down the valleyi When the word of tragedy reached the rest of the train, Jimmy mumbled to himself, looking up at the peak from where the slide had come, It was Jupiter's revenge. Now, in the little meadow, Proserpina dances as usual and flowers spring up in her footsteps. HENRX' REED, H igb N intb.