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

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Well then, let's play Robin Hood. No! The girls weren't enthusiastic about that. I know! Let's give a show! exclaimed Robert. That would be fun. Where shall it be? How much shall the admission be? May I be a clown? We will hold a sort of meeting right now and talk things over. Everyone IUUSE do something, said Robert. . They spent the afternoon planning for their show. Everyone decided what they whre to do. Ruth and Annie, who were very bashful and did not wish to appear in the show, agreed to make posters advertising the show. Many weeks were occupied in practicihg. At last, however, the Saturday came on which they were to do their stunts and phr- formances. All the people were pouring into John's grandfather's barn. Before the phr- formances went on, the audience visited the zoo. Margery's cat was the tiger and thbre were all kinds of animals. Joe and his brother were dressed up like an elephant, one be ng the head and the other the back. Now it was time to begin. The people were hurrying to their seats, which were re lly only boxes, for the announcer was on the stage. First on the program were Elizab th and Janet doing their clown act. They did quite a few acrobatic stunts and told so ne jokes. Then came Henry dressed up like a negro singing some songs and talking in negro dialect. Then came Buster, the dog, with Joko, the monkey, on his back holding ihe reins. Joko wore a suit of red and a cap to match. The announcer said Sue would ride her pony around the stage. At first the children thought there wasn't enough to her act, just riding around the stage, and weren't going to let her do it. When the curtains opened they were surprised to see hoops suspended from the ceiling. They wondeiied what these were for. Now Sue entered, not riding but standing on the horse's bahk. Everybody was amazed! She jumped through the hoops as she came near them. The people were cheering and cheering her. ' At last the show was over and the people were going home. Then the children iilho had given the show came up to Sue. How on earth did you do it? We thought you were just going to ride around. Gee! you did it swell. Oh! thanks! she cried. You see my uncle used to be in a real circus and he taught me how to do it. I thought I wouldn,t tell you so I could surprise you. 1 Well you surely did surprise us! they exclaimed. ROSALYN HUNTER, High S!'l'l'IIflJ.l AN UNUSUAL GAME ' E Dad was reading aloud the football prospects on the eve of a big game, and I was trying to study World War history. Well, it just couldn't be done. Imagine trying to learn a lot of facts about where the different armies were and lots of other things ajnd just then having Daw exclaim that California was a two-to-one favorite. So I gave up and went to bed, expecting to cram in the morning. The next day was ideal for the game, and we arrived in time to see the teams come on the field. The seven men on the line were dressed as doughboys, all with guns :ind bayonets. They looked as if they were ready to kill each other. The four men in the backfield were two captains, a sergeant and a general. The general who was playing quarterback was giving the orders from about midfield. The sergeant, standing way in the rear, was mounted on a white horse while all the others were on black horses. They waved their swords and dashed together. It seemed to me that this was going to be the roughest game of football I had ever seen. I watched two men fighting wlien one was knocked off his horse with za- Ting-a-ling-a-ling. What was that noise? It was seven o'clock. The dream was over, but the history test was still ahead of line. THOMAS YALE, Low Sr'vr'r1fl:. 1

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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

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THE SEASONS Sing a song of morning Of morning in the spring, Of bees and birds and butterflies And fairies in a ring. Sing a song of noonday Of noonday in the fall, Of pumpkins, grain, and apples And of wild ducks lone call. Sing a song of night time Of night time in the snow, Of blizzards, sleet, and snowstorm What winter has to show. Sing a song of happy times Of seasons bright and blue, Of chilly fall and winter, Of spring and summer too. N MARJORIE PENNINGTO , High Ni ODE TO SUMMER joyous summer! I felt you pass, I heard you sing In tree, in grass, In bird on wing. I saw you, too, In bright sunlight, In sky of blue, In cloud snow-white. I felt your breath Upon my cheek, As calm as death. JANE ANDERSON, Low N inih. THE THREE FATES Clotho was the youngest Fate, She was pretty, fair, and tallg Wool she wound about the spindleg She was nicest of them all. Lachesis was in age the second, Dark was she and very stately, Her work was to twist the wool, And she did it quite sedately. Atropos, eldest of the three, Very ugly, stern, and mean, Cut with gloom the thread of life, Old and gray but mind still keen. ROBERTA HEC'FOR, High Ninih. ODE TO SPRING O Spring, our hearts are full of joy When thy bright face appears, You drive away our miseries, Our fears. O Spring, thy smile restores to life The flowers beneath the earth, The hi'ls resound the joyous sounds Of mirth. You wake the brooks beneath the trees The birds begin to sing, The air is fill,d with their glad songs To Spring. O Spring, be thou forever near, Stay with us through the years. Live in our memories and console Our tears. JEANETTE WELLS, Low N in IF I WERE A BOY If I were a boy I'd be polite And never yell or steal or fight. I'd get my lessons every day And do my best in every way. I'd wash my ears and neck and face And never shuffle about the place. I would not cheat nor tell a lie. I'd be a Lindy by and by. EDNA FARRAR, High Eighth. MR. ROVER Good morning, Mr. Rover, I'd have a talk with you. You're always looking happy When I am feeling blue. Today there isn't any school And I am all alone, Please help me, Mr. Rover, My thoughts are gone, I own. My friends all have engagements Or else have gone away, Please see if you can help me To spend a pleasant day. This morning, Mr. Rover, I'd have a talk with you. You always are so happy, Please tell me what to do. th BETTY CLARKE, Low Eighth.