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

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SIR ARTHUR DE MAYES I Once long ago in the medieval days There was a poor knight named Sir Arthur de Mayes. That cowardly man was as thin as a rail; He felt like a flea in his dull coat of mail. II He ' d vision himself on the fastest of steeds, Riding at war, doing brave daring deeds. He pictured himself in an armour of mesh That fitted him snugly as skin fits the flesh. Ill He dreamed of a figure so hearty and hale, Graceful and shapely, and strong as a gale, A cruel face with a thick curly beard; A nature so fierce that he ' d always be feared. IV Just then from outside a surly voice said, You open your door or you will soon be dead. Just open that door, and step on the gas. And Arthur, on hearing, turned greener than grass. V My soul! cried poor Arthur, Oh what shall I do? I wish I was tiny — I ' d hide in my shoe, I must quickly do something to save my poor head. So knightly de Mayes disappeared ' neath the bed. VI The poor man did tremble; so hard did he quake That the large bed above him did vi ' lently shake. And when he did hear heavy blows on the door, His false teeth did chatter, and fell on the floor. VII Oh, dear, sighed Sir Arthur, that was a new set. And when voices outside cried, de Mayes we shall get, The bed that was shaking, now danced a jig; And Arthur so trembled, he shook off his wig. VIII Just at that moment down thundered the door, And through that torn opening, knights seemed to pour. Look, said one Gray Beard, Look at that hair And look at the teeth scattered under the chair. IX What, said the knights, can have happened in here? I say, said the Gray Beard, that spirits are near. Look at that bed o ' er there, shaking with might And I see not a person around here, in sight.

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JUST A BOAT RIDE We had started on our boat ride. Perhaps not the kind of boat ride you expected, but a boat ride, nevertheless. The giant air ferry amphibian, Standard Oil owned plane, carried us soaring ever higher over beautiful San Francisco Bay. We were up for a half-hour ride with nobody to interrupt us. How could they, anyway, when we were at a height of five thousand feet above the bay? As we roared our way through the cloudless skies I looked below. Everything seemed so small, houses were toys, men were ants, cars reminded me of sow-bugs, while ships were toothpicks. The wide, broad streets of San Francisco made me think of threads among mounds of dirt, while the great San Francisco Bay reminded me of a dot of water ori a relief map. I looked ahead and watched the pilot. It seemed to me there were hundreds of instru- ments. While we were sa iling through the air, twenty minutes were up. The plane nosed toward Alameda field. The pilot cut the motor. We seemed to zoom down like a bird of prey upon its unsuspecting victim. Then we landed. That was the end of my first boat ride. Wallace Macfarlane), High Seventh. MY GRANDMOTHER A gentle, sweet, unselfish lady, Blessed with love ' s most perfect grace, Who in spite of tears and sorrow, Keeps a cheery, kindly face. Finding peace in love ' s content, With her fascinating ways, Tells us oft amusing stories Of her quaint old-fashioned days. Always is a charming figure, By the cheery fireside, In her dress of pale soft lilac, Trimmed with lace, and ribbon-tied. Cara Sawyer, High Eighth. Through the shadows softly sifting, Hiding from the moonbeams drifting, Where the gentle dew is falling, Where the drowsy birds are calling, Where the flowers their petals fold, Neath the oak tree, bent and old, Breathless, can ' t you hear the beating, As of fairy footsteps fleeting? Pausing now, it loiters, lingers, Touching with its unseen fingers Walnut creams and dark molasses. Softly, up the vale it passes.

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X But, said Sir Joseph, ' Tis murder I fear. Who ' s heard of spirits when humans are near? Sir Arthur ' s been murdered and carried away And his spirit is under the bed that doth sway. XI A ghost, cried these brave knights. We must tell the king Before we ' re enchanted by this ghastly thing. So with great bursts of speed frightened knights left the room To tell of the spirits and Sir Arthur ' s doom. XII They raced down the hall, and did fly down the stair Away from that room and the ghosts hiding there; Their trembling and hurried footfalls died down fast And Arthur came out of his hiding at last. XIII When Arthur crawled out from way under his bed; There was dust an inch thick from his feet to his head. Along with the dust he had fam ' lies of fleas Who played hide and seek from his neck to his knees. XIV I think, said de Mayes, from this castle I ' ll fly, And on wondering how, he a window did spy. He jumped through that window and sped down the lane And folk thereabout saw him never again. Story by Dorothy Reddy. Versification by Miriam Philus. READING THE NEWSPAPER A noise is heard in the direction of the front porch and everybody runs towards it. There is found the newspaper, folded neatly and waiting to be read. Father is the first one to read the paper. He wants it folded nice and neatly so he can find the sections he wants. He- first turns to the stocks and bonds. Then the news of the day. The comic section comes next. When mother gets the paper she turns to the feature page. There she picks up a few fashions and even some delightful recipes. The news next attracts her attention and then the comic strip. Big sister first turns to the society page. Then the fashion page attracts attention from her. She next turns to the comic page. The first thing brother does is to turn to the sport page. There he reads about the hap- penings in the sport world and his favorite baseball team. The comic page is next on his list. He does not bother with the news. Little brother and sister first turn to the funny page. Then the sport page attract their attention. In the sport page they read about their favorite baseball player. Thus we see that we all have our own ways of reading the newspaper. Carl Wilsox.