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

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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.

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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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A PICTURE I XVANT You would paint me, sir, a picture To recall what I hold dear? You would place before me plainly Scenes not viewed for many a year? Take me back then, friend, to Berkeley, Take me back at close of day, When the setting sun is painting Paths of gold across the Bay. Golden poppies, golden waters. Colored by the setting sun, And the fragrance of acacia Greet us when the day is done. Let us sit upon a hilltop 'Neath a great treeis sheltering bough, Wliere the city lies below us. How I long to see it now! Farther still beyond lies Garfield, Garfield school I used to love. See you, friend, the Garfield banners XVith the seagulls there above? Oh, my friend, do take me back To the long ago, I pray. Paint this scene on canvas for me. XVould that I were there today! IVIARGARET FORD, Higb Scwmib. FROLIC OF TI-IE STARS I saw the moon a-racing Above the feathery clouds, And all the stars were chasing Wrapped up in grey-toned shrouds. They played about the heavens As fast as they could go. In two's, or five's, or seven's They scampered to and fro. And all in vain the Sand-man tried To catch them in his bagg He ran and puffed, and wheezed, and sighed Wliile they were playing tag. MASA SUGUIRA, Low Eigbib. N THE BATTLE CRY Ga-rf-ie-ld That battle cry appeals to me. And if you'll wait a very short time, I'll tell you why--and do it in rhyme, G is for Garfield so great and so grand. A is ambition for all in the land. R is for three things once thought all in all. F is the flag-staff so stately and tall. I is ideals which our teachers instil. X E is for energy coupled with skill. I. is for loyalty where'er we go. D is for D. I.. H. whom you all know.. PAULINE HEMP, Low Eigbflx. IF I COULD ONLY HAVE MY WAX' l If I could only have my way, I wouldn't go to school todayg I'd spend my time upon the sand, And do the things I've always plamli I'd build a castle big and strong, l And be a princess all day long, And when the evening sun was low, I'd turn toward home with footsteps If I could only have my way, I'd never waste a lovely day, ' Over my lessons dull and gray- If I could only have my way. ' b ed. slow. WINIFRED SUTLII-'17, Hlg Sezwifip. WARNING TO SCRUBS l Beware the G. S. A.. mv child ,Tis standing in the hall, At every intersection, immovable and tall, And if you should be guilty Of running on the stair, It will reach out a brawny hand And grab you by the hair. Then to the student court you'll go The justices to view, Oh! why, Oh! why did you defy The G. S. A. so true. NADINE SARISON, Low N inflv. , i-