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

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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

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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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site crimson, slowly turning to a deep blue, was wrapping the mountains in a purplish haze, as night approached. ' The sun had now departed to lend its light to other countries and worlds, but to return to us on the morrow. EDWIN TOWNER, Low Ninth. XVHY WE SHOULD GIVE TO THE COMMUNITY CHEST The Community Chest is one of the greatest institutions in the United States. It helps the poor, the orphans, and the needy. Many a poor hungry boy has the Community Chest fed and made strong. We should all give to the Community Chest. It may help the very little boy for whom you were just feeling so sorry and wishing you could help. If we didnit have a Community Chest in Berkeley there would be many undernourishcd children. The Community Chest cares for these children and sees that they get well and strong. RONALD NIATTI-IEW', Low Eighth. A WIGWOP The day was decidedly hot and, much to our disgust, the iceman didn't come along. We turned weary footsteps toward the back yard. Suddenly an idea occurred to me. Papa had just finished pruning the trees and the branches had not been cleared away. I told Mary Louise, my sister, who usually agrees with my brain storms. My idea was to make a Wigwam. A , We sorted out Eve branches and put them in a circle and, slanting them to the top, tied them with a cord. Some Wigwam, I'1l say. An old couch cover, some coarse blue material and garlands from a dainty vine constituted the furnishings. It was hardly large enough to squeeze into but nearly perfect in our eyes. Wl1at is it? asked Ann Elizabeth, a two-year-old nuisance, who twice had almost caused the destruction of the wigwam. It's a wigwam, dearief' Oh, it's a wigwop, ith it? Yes, we laughed, it's a wigwopf' JEANNETTE BUSHNELL, High Eighfh. OUR FLAG How splendid it is to know that you live in a land of freedom and peace, a land where there are no revolts or outrageous outbreaks, where people love and honor their country, where they are proud to see their towns and great cities, and over the whole country is a very beautiful flag. The forty-eight stars seem to glow with a light so that all nations of the world seem to lift their heads to behold the dazzling light that shines out on them. The red is like the morning sky before dawn, it seems to signify the beginning of a perfect day. At first a few people landed on our shores. They were fleeing away from a flag that held them in bondage, and so they fled to a country that would be founded on freedom, and their flag was one from which no one wished to flee. So this noble country grew, and then jealousy sprang up in the countries where liberty and freedom reigneth not. Now, it seemed as though the morning sky with its bright hue would be clouded. But truth, courage, and liberty kept right on shining through the clouds, and then gloriously burst through them. Now you and I are dwelling under this great flag. May we set a perfect example for generations yet to come. CATHERINE DURAND, High Eighth. THE SURPRISE A group of boys and girls were lying lazily on the grass. Oh! I wish there was something different to do! sighed Bill. Let's each think of something to dog then we can do the thing that seems most interestingf' A few min- utes were spent in thought. Let's go wading in the creek, suggested Dot. ' Oh, no! It's so muddy just now! objected May. I 1