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

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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.

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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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MOTHER: Well, when you go be sure and have your manners with you. Anll I hope you behaved like a gentleman in Sunday School. TIMMY fdreamilyj: You know, maw, I think I am going to like Sunday School after all. Cupid had certainly hit his mark. THORA HARPER, High Ninfb. AN INDIAN LEGEND l Little Arrow was wandering in the forest of pines and dreaming of his reign as chief of his tribe, although he was not the chief's son, who was Eagle's Feather. He was thinking of a way to get rid of an enemy tribe who killed and scalped the braves of his tribe, the Kee Watins.,' He was friendly with all the animals of the forest. He was kind to all of them and they loved him. l One night the enemy tribe,,the Amamidans, were on a raid. Through the still night air, Long Arrow heard the war cries of the Amamidans, as they circled around the camp of the Kee Watins. Quietly, he slipped through the ranks and ran to the forest. ' Hi, coyote. Hi, wolves. Hi, birds of the golden song! Come help Little Arrow, and the Kee Watins! Out from the underbrush, from the tree tops came all sorts of animals and birds. The morning dawned and maidens came dancing slowly in time to weird music. Great Eagle came forth and said, Oh! Little Arrow, you shall be my son. You lare worthy to be chief after me, the battle was saved by your courage. Your name is 'Golden Arrow,' and people shall worship you wherever you are. A maiden approached with a beaded belt with a symbol of a golden arrow and animals on it. I, Petoga for the Morning Starj, the chief's daughter, present you with this belt to keep in memory of your forest friends who won the battle. ' NELLI12 SHNEYEROTT, Low Eighth. A CLEVER CQYQTE I . It was 21 bright, May day in the year of 1888, in the Middle NVest. N Wa'al, drawled Jim, we've got to catch that coyote somehow. Q Yeah? But how are we going to do it? asked One-eyed Joe, who had lost his eye in a fight with a bear. All o' the poison meat we set out the dogs eat it and die. Wfe clm't catch her in traps, nor do we know where her hole is. . Oh, no? said Jim. I know jest about where her hole is an' I'm going there riow. Want ta come with me? We need a spade, a sack, some rope, an' a rifle. In one half hour they were ready with the provisions. Arriving at the place where Jim had last seen the coyote, he said, You be ready to shoot if the coyotes run out o' the underbrushf' Beating through the brush he came upon a hole with a lot of chicken feathers around it. Exclaiming with joy, he started to dig. After digging for an hour or so, he clxme to the end of the den and cried out in anger, The dog-goned coyotes ain't here. XVa'al, said Joe amusingly, she must o' seen or smelt you and moved out. She's a clever coyote and 'ou'd do anything for them coyotes o' her's. . SUZANNE CHAPMAN, Low N intla. A PICTURE I The sun, a golden ball of fire, was sinking slowly through the Golden Gate, and beyond the western horizon. The sky was enveloped in a massive and beautiful flame of gold, with a little rose around the edges. The white, fleecy clouds, drifting southward, were tinted with a gorgeous pink, almost a light Vermilion. It was an awe-inspiling spectacle, and the Golden Gate was truly living up to its name. The sky, now an exllui- 1 I