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

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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.

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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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FRIEND A kindly glance A friendly smile, A helping hand, A friend worth while. Eileen Hopps, Low Eighth. DARK NIGHT One night, when my studies were done, I went out into the field to plav. It was very dark and the wind howled through the tall grass. A ghostly feeling swept over me. I grew frightened and sat down in a miserable state of mind. Every mystery play I had ever seen, came to my mind in a whirl: robbers, murderers, and even kind of blood-thirsty men. What was that? A rustling noise in the high grass back of me! I held my breath, it came nearer, nearer; I dared not look back. What was it? A robber, what? It was quiet. Had the ? gone away? I sat it seemed for hours; then I ventured to look around. Cautiously, I turned and there, there sat an old gray cat, which on sight of me began to purr softly. Hurriedly I hugged the cat and ran into the house. My mother met me at the door and said: I thought vou would be in sooner. We were afraid you might get frightened, but I guess you ' re too old for that. I hurried to my room as I said to myself: If mother only knew. Rosemary Laxgheldt, High Seventh. SIGNS OF SPRING I hear the rain on my window pane A welcome April shower, And once again, in each shaded lane, Comes forth the dainty flower. The daffodil on my window-sill, The gently budding tree, The greening hill, the bird ' s sweet trill. Announce the spring to me. Doris Macdoxald, Loiv Ninth. A POEM TO FIRE Lift thy pointed spear of yellow. Lift thy realm of golden light; Temperamental colors, changing, Now soft and dull, now loud and bright Cruel, mocking, laughing fire, With thy realm of golden light. Lilliax Hexxessev, Lou Seventh.