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

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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.

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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 BERKELEY HILLS The Berkeley Hills were brown, so brown Until the rain, came tumbling down. Then Mother Nature whispered low And sleeping seeds began to grow. First a point of green broke out, Then slender leaves did wave about; Soon the blades of grass were seen, Now the hills are painted green. Kathryn Clarke, Low Seventh. The stars are out and so ' s the moon, And what you see is as light as noon. Of course, it is dark in the shady nook, But it ' s light as can be by the babbling brook. The fish can ' t see very well, I think; For where they live it ' s the color of ink. It ' s dark down there when the stars are lit, But they don ' t mind ' cause they ' re used to it. Betty Hammond, Low Seventh. A DEEP SEA SCENE As far as I could see in all directions was revealed only dark, murky caverns. The sand, upon which I was resting, was covered with small bits of coral and strange creatures. There were small crabs crawling in all directions. Standing like fairy palaces were the homes of white-shelled coral worms. A small devil-fish was in the act of capturing a brilliant sun fish. Large sea weeds of all varieties moved and swayed around me. On the cavern walls, giant octopi hung like spiders. Hairy sea spiders swam about in search of food, and the numberless, small fish quickly swam away at their approach. Was there ever a more unholy place? Kistler Wagy, High Ninth. A WINTER NIGHT IN WYOMING One night during the winter of 1929 was especially beautiful. The snow lay on the ground like a white sheet. The moon goddess, Diana, was gleaming brighter than on any other night. As it was almost as light as day, the trees made fantastic pictures on the snow where the moonbeams peeped through the branches. In the sky, the stars were like millions of tiny, lighted candles trying to outshine the moon. Paths of golden light could be seen here and there on the blanket of snow. Never can there be another night as romantic and alluring. Elinore Hewitt, High Ninth. SUMMER IN THE DESERT The sun beat down upon an endless expanse of burning sand and sagebrush except a few tall, majestic cacti that seemed to be trying to reach the blue sky itself. The rays of the merciless sun were hot enough to burn the toughest of skins. There was not a tree or green sprig of grass in sight, nothing but sand and sagebrush. Elizabeth Robinson, High Ninth.