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

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THE SCOUT OATH Translated by Harriet M. Grover Mei honoris causa, pro viribus meis, optimum faciam ut Deo et patriae officium exsequar, ut iuri exploratoris paream, ut ceteros semper adiuvem, ut validus corpore, mente, hon- estate sim. Explorator est fidus, fidelis, auxiliaris, amicus, urbanus, benignus, obediens, laetus, frugalis, fortis, castus, reverens. A DOG ' S LIFE This morning when I woke up the birds were singing, and the sun was shining brightly. But this didn ' t mean a thing to me until I had scratched my fleas. It ' s astounding the way just one little thing can make you feel so much better. I crawled out from behind the door where I had spent the night, and went out looking for adventures. After I had gone a little way, I saw an old airedale across the street. I crossed over to him and wished him a good morning. Well, what is there that ' s good about it anyway? he growled. Nothing in particular, except that it ' s better than most mornings, I replied. We had quite a little argument, when he finally suggested a fight. I readily agreed. He trotted up to me and began a not too gentle sort of pushing. I tried to grab hold of his neck, but he turned away too quickly. Suddenly, I never knew quite how, he got his teeth in my neck, and there they stayed! I jerked and pulled, but they still held on. Finally a man came up and separated us. I was only too glad to go trotting home, with my tail between my legs. I had had enough adventure for one day! Christine Mathews, High Eighth. GARFIELD BOOKS THAT SHOULD BE WRITTEN The Monastery — Mrs. Abbott. The Arrow — Mrs. Archer. Keep the Fire Burning — Mrs. Bellus. Beer and Bread — Miss Brubaker. The Shot Heard ' Round the World — Miss Cannon. Women ' s Neckwear — Miss Collar. Poppies in the Field — Mr. Flanders. Paree — Miss Gay. How to Behave — Miss Goode. Pine Trees — Miss Grover. The Book of Colors — Mrs. Gray, Miss White, Mr. Hughes. Our President — Mrs. Hoover. The Joke Book — Miss Kidwell. Why I Murdered Him — Mrs. Kilkenny. The Bird Book — Miss Martin. A Hero of the Sea — Commodore Perry. Haste Makes Waste — Mr. Rushforth. How to Reduce — Miss Stout. My Doe ' s Caress — Mrs. Pettit. Lenore Hennessey, High Eighth.

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THREE TREES My scene is a woodland glade. In the center is a beautiful bubbling fountain, sur- rounded by three trees, there, there, and there. We have all enjoyed this cantillation. We have also suspected that we were not the first to enjoy it. But did we realize its antiquity? We did not. How could we? It remained for Miss Grover and her high seventh class to render it for us in the original (?) Latin. TRES ARBORES — Hj Latin Class Scena mea est silva. In loco medio est pulcher fons effervescens, circumventus tribus arboribus, ibi, ibi, et ibi. Olim mane parvus lepus pulcher per silvam currebat ut parvam sitim pulchram restin- gueret e pulchro fonte effervescente circumvento tribus arboribus, ibi, ibi, et ibi. Venator errans per silvam parvum leporem pulchrum vidit. Sed parvus lepus pulcher, ore aqua completa, adventum venatoris non audivit. Bibebat, igitur, e pulchro fonte effervescente, circumvento tribus arboribus, ibi, ibi, et ibi. Venator arcum sagittamque sustulit et telum misit, terrens parvum leporem pulchrum a pulchro fonte effervescente, sed relinquens tres arbores, ibi, ibi, et ibi. LA PRIMA VERA La rosa tiene su f ragancia, Blanca es la paloma, El naranjo es hermosa, Y el colores tiene la manposa. Beverley Knudsen. THE FORBIDDEN CONTINENT The Forbidden Continent! That is what Byrd calls the Antarctic continent. The first dose of the South Polar Regions, the ice pack, may foil any expedition. The treach- erous ice pack which easily crushes the strongest ship caught in the betraying leads. Th tremendous pressure can destroy the best equipped icebreaker. For an example, take Sir ErnestShackleton ' s stout ship, the Endurance, which was unable to make a passage through the pack, and was held there for months, and was eventually crushed. Shackelton is probably the most important figure in the history pf the Antarctic, and is probably the most often disappointed. In 1908 Shackleton bravely set out with four or five companions to uncover the secrets of the pole. Less than one hundred miles from their goal their rations gave out, and they had to return to their camp. Nearly three years later, in 1911, Roald Amundsen took five companions and more than sixty dogs and set out for the South Pole. Who but Amundsen would think of taking dogs? All others had taken stout Manchurian ponies. The dogs came through, however, and he arrived at the pole nearly a month before Scott. Scott, using his ponies reached the pole, and started on his return journey, a dejected man. During this trip he was overtaken by a blizzard. Two of the party took sick, and one died. Scott wrote in his diary: We cannot go on, and leave men dying. All of his brave party froze to death while they slept. The most successful Antarctic Expedition was Byrd ' s. He did everything that he set out to do, and did not lose a man. Even though he returned in a time of unemployment, he saw that each of the men of the party had a job before he started on his lecture tour. Alfred Myatt.

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EUCALYPTUS TREES Standing up against the sky, Rising high as lark can fly, Kissed by every vagrant breeze, Sturdy eucalyptus trees. Clothed in summer ' s brightest green, Never fairer tree was seen. Or in winter they are still Monarchs of the dale and hill. Oh ye trees with outstretched limbs, Answering all of nature ' s whims, Sun and storm have found you strong, Singing, whisp ' ring all day long. Jeanne Eastman. SILENCE DAY A Silence Day is loved by all, There ' s not a sound in any hall; On tip of toe we all must walk, G. S. A. ' s hush us if we talk. But all the teachers are so sweet, For silence is to them a treat. The noise they hate, But it is fate That Silence Days are quite too rare The teachers ' nerves to often spare. Frances Colby. THE ECHO Through the lonely, eerie twilight, O ' er the hills and vales and pastures, Lingering on the scented breezes, Came an echo softly stealing. ' Flutelike, haunting, rippling, sighing, From a shepherd ' s pipe it floated, Sometimes sobbing, wailing, moaning; Through the air it swayed and quivered, Calling to the wind swept hilltops, Calling to the golden crescent Gliding through the starlit heavens. Softer sang the magic music, Fainter died the echoing strain, Till at last it sank to silence, Never to return again. Jane Flower, Loiv Ninth.