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

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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-

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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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HAIL APOLLO! Hail to Apollo! Hail, Oh Hail! You bring the light that cannot fail. We offer praise to thee all day, Who hold the light that guides our way. From Mount Olympus' craggy hills, From streams, from valleys, rocks and rills, We thank thee for thy healing power, With each and every passing hour. Help the young men to be strong, Guide them from all ill and wrong. You bring the light that cannot fail. Hail to Apollo! I-Iail, Oh Hail! DOROTHX' DAXZIDSON, H igh N inlh. TO HIM NVHO DARED Ah yes, his courage was strong enough To defy the wind-swept ocean! As high o'er its barren winderness, He skimmed with dizzying motion. He was the first who dared to do That thing for which we know him, How well deserving Lindbergh is, Of all the love we show him! FRANCES LEONA COLBY, Low Sczfcnfh. MY ALARM CLOCK I have a new alarm clock, It's very line indeed, I never have to wind it up, And still there is no need To worry that it won't go off, For these fine days of spring, A hundred birds sing out to me, Get up, you lazy thing! ALICE DALRYMPLE, High N inth. MY MOTHERS HANDS My mother's hands are cool and fair, They can do anythingg Mercies delicate hide there, As flowers do in spring. When I was small and could not sleep, She used to come to me, And with her hand upon my cheek, How sure my rest would be. All this was very long ago, And I am grown but, yet, The hand that lures my slumbers so, I never can forget. BETTY ANDERSON, High Seventh. SPRINGTIME The little fly is first of all To leave his cranny in the wall, And with his busy buzzing wing, Proclaim the coming of the spring. NVC hail the maple on che lawn, For signaling that winter's gone. The violet's pioneering ways, Wie greet with plentitude of praise. But the fly that comes with buzzing cheer, Announcing that the spring is here, We either feed with poisoned water, Or else we smite him with the swatter. JOHN CAVE, Low Eighth .QB,s,, I think that I shall never see A grade as lovely as a B,,' A B whose grace will let us rate The grades we need to graduateg Fools make D's and F's each day, But only Profs. can make an UA. f GEORGINA CAPSER, Low N inth.