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

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THE MARSH A solitary bird flies above the sluggish waters. Now and then a breeze rushes thro the drooping marsh grasses. I pause to gaze on the gloomy solitude of the marshl desolate waste of black waters, dotted here and there with rotting tree stumps, h with fantastic Spanish moss. Over to the left stands an impenetrable tangle of trees! The most prominent flower in the marsh is the Marshmallow which lifts its golden u Uh o A lung and rank vines, almost beautiful with their bright greens, and an occasional wild flow cup Cf. wherever a small muddy hillock gives it a chance to grow. Soon I stop my contemplaition of this dreary scene, for the sun is going down, lighting up the black waters, as it fa STELLAMARIS LAPRAIK, H igla Eighth . JAPANESE DRESS , The Japanese girls wear dainty, flowered kimonos with long pockets fastened to' sleeves. They wear a gay obi or sash around the waist. The girls are very particula to how this is tied for they believe it brings good luck if it is tied right. The women dress almost the same but they wear quieter colors. The japanese wo. of the higher class have maids to dress their hair. It sometimes takes an hour to arr their hair, which is jet black. The put many little, fancy combs and ornaments in ti hair. Some of the men wear coats of rice straw. Indoors the Japanese wear slippers made of rice straw and outdoors they wear woc clogs. These shoes are more like sandals for they have no tops to them. The Japanese dress very neatly and artistically. I des. the IHS INCH alnge h eir dCX'l RosALYN HUNTER, Higb Sczferzflv. DESCRIPTION OF A FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE IN SUMMER It was a warm afternoon and stillness pervaded the atmosphere. The sky was a soft blue, with fleecy white clouds in it, sailing around like fairy ships. The trees were a pretty green against the pale blue sl'y with grass and flovi ers g ow- .. x , ' 1' ing about them. A white goat was munching grass by the wayside. In the shade of trees two children sat enjoying the stillness and beauty, until dusk overtook them. DOROTHY REDDY, Higb Sc'w'11tlJ THE GULL ' Last week we took a trip to the bay. The weather was fine, and the bay was a be ful thing to see. As we stood there, jonathan remarked that the gulls were one of most interesting species of birddom. Jack contradicted him, saying that he didn't t that the gull was interesting. Jonathan began to tell us some things. The western and the California species are seen in San Francisco's harbor every day. Gulls have known to follow ships across the ocean. They know refuse is thrown over every da 3 One day as we stood on the beach we threw bread to them. One stupid bysta threw the end of a cigarette to them. It was immediately snatched up and we saw gull land on the beach and cock his head this way and that. He swallowed it. Oh! was not very tasty, and though it was half-way down, it came up again. The gull, still young, learns strict obedience. A little gull is often pecked until he bleeds, i leaves his nest once too often. I I fa, These birds are very wise, strong, and large as well. Jonathan finished his stor V saying that the gull is protected and that most people like the bird because of its fl and tameness as well as beauty. ARNOLD WULFFRAAT, H igb SGI.-'f'IIf47. l Xe gg the LIU- the ink ll gull CCH 1? y. rider the hat when he by ht

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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.

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CUPID'S ARROW ACT I SCENE I The place is in a little town called Spriggsville. The time is in the early '90's. When the curtain rises, it is early spring. The flowers are budding and the trees are all in bloom. A little boy, Timmy Brooks, about ten years of age, enters a brown house cov- ered with ivy. He is carrying some books slung over his shoulder. When he enters the living room, there is a young lady talking to his mother. MOTHER: Yes, I think' it would be a very good plan for Timmy to start to Sunday school. I have been wanting him to go for quite a while. LADY: You see, he could start right in my class, as the children are all his age. MOTHER flocking up as Timmy enters roomy: Timmy, this is Miss Maybelle, the Sunday School teacher. She wants to start you in her class. TIMMY fgazing in rapture at the lovely ladyj: Er, yes ma'am. MISS MAYBELLE: I am sure you would like it, Timmy, as there are so many nice big boys like you attending. TIMMY fblushes from ear to earj: Thank you, yes'm, I'd like to. SCENE II It is eight o'clock Sunday morning. Timmy is busy at his ablutions. He is having trouble with his hair. TIMMY: Gosh! I wish this old hair of mine would lay down. If I only had some glue! MOTHER Centers hurriedlyj: Timmy, will you kindly hurry. I never saw you so fussy in all my life. Have you washed your neck and ears, and brushed your teeth? TIMMY: 'Course, maw, do-you think I'd go to Sunday School and be in Miss May- belle's class with dirty ears? fThenj: Say, maw, may I wear my new tie? MOTHER: No, Timmy, you put on your second best. TIMMY: Gosh, maw, I want to wear it. Please let me. MOTHER: I said no, Timmy. I bought that tie for you to wear to your Cousin Elmira's wedding. TIMMY: Aw, maw. I won't hurt it if I wear it to Sunday School. I'd rather dress up going to Sunday School than to an old wedding. MOTHER femphaticallyj: No! QAS she leaves the room she murmurs in an under- tonej : My, but he's fussy. I'm glad, though, that he's going, willingly, to Sunday School. ACT II SCENEI Timmy starts to Sunday School in high spirits. On the road he meets a group of boys who laugh at him. ONE BOY: Look at the sissy! All dressed up to go to Sunday School. Ha! I-Ia! TIMMY Qburningj: I'll get even with you tomorrow, see if I don't. CHe saunters on and meets Miss Maybelle carrying some books.j TIMMY: Good morning, ma'am. Let me carry those books for you. MISS MAYBELLE: Thank you, Timmy. Isn't it a glorious morning. I just know you'll like Sunday School. TIMMY: Yes'm. And I am glad you're my teacher. MISS MAYBELLE: I'm glad I am, too. By the way, do you think you may come over sometime to my house for tea? TIMMY Qdelighted at the prospectj: I should say I can. fThenj: If mother will let me. MISS MAYBELLE: I think she will. I'1l speak to her about it. TIMMY: Yes'm. Thank you. SCENE II After Sunday School, Timmy enters the house noisily. Throwing his cap in the air he shouts: TIMMY: Hooray maw! Miss Maybelle invited me to her house for tea, and she said she'd ask you about it.