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

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MY MOTHER A woman, tall and graceful, Beautiful as can be, Helping in every way, And never cross with me. She finds time for all her work, And church and charity, Time to visit all her friends, Or have them in for tea. She seems to always have a smile, Even though she ' s feeling bad, For everyone of us at home, From baby up to Dad. I think she is most wonderful And indeed there is no other Woman on this earth of ours, To me just like my mother. ( Jane De Roy, Hid) Seventh. THE ELK Far out on the meadows a large male elk was bugling a challenge to any other bulls of his kind, who disputed his leadership of the herd. Out came another elk and these two majestic animals lowered their heads and charged. The battle was long and fierce, with hoofs flying and antlers clashing. Finally, however, the leader ' s greater experience began to tell, and at last the other elk had to run. Then the leader turned and with one triumph- ant bugle, to tell the world of his victory, led his band to better feeding grounds. Bertram Scarborough, High Seventh. THE LAND OF KITES I ' d love to live in the land of kites And always see such pretty sights. See kites floating in the air, Floating here, and floating there; Big kites, small kites, middle-sized, too, Red and green and white and blue. The wind would always blow just right To lift up every kind of a kite, And make them fly graceful and high, Way, way up in the sky And late at night, it is said, They take them down and go to bed. Frank Mero, High Seventh.

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THE LITTLE INDIAN GIRL Tell us a story, grandmother, about when you were young, please, urged the two eight- year-old twins. All right, I ' ll tell you about the little Indian girl we found when we were going west, I was only twelve years old then, but I remember it perfectly. It was very hot and we were crossing a long, flat plain, all the children were running along side of the wagons laughing and playing when suddenly the leaders stopped. Everyone ran forward to find out the trouble. The leaders had found a little Indian girl, who was very weak from hunger. The little Indian girl gave us quite a bit of excitement for a few days. She could only speak a few words of English so we understood very little of what she said. But we kept her because we didn ' t know where to leave her and she was still weak. One night, after a long day ' s ride across the plains, the wagons had formed the usual circle around the big campfire, and most of the tired women and children had retired, and the men were slowly leaving the campfire, one by one. Suddenly a war whoop was heard, then another. It was quickly followed by a volley of arrows. Indians! The men were taken by surprise as they had had no warnings from the Indians at all, and the mountains around were supposedly free from hostile Indians. The men quickly seized their guns and shot blindly at the Indians from behind anything available. The Indians advanced and had soon killed two men and wounded many others. I stood with my mother and my sister among the rest of the trembling women and excited children of the train. We were all terribly excited. I was more excited than afraid as we had never been attacked by Indians before and I didn ' t know the danger. Suddenly, the little Indian girl, who was still weak, ran forward and gave a short cry, quickly followed by a long one. The arrows stopped instantly and the little girl repeated the cries. Two braves came from out of the dark and took the child away with them. The Indians then disappeared. We never saw the little girl again, but we all felt we owed the rest of our safe journey across the plains to her, because we were never attacked by Indians again. Gail Seeburger, High Ninth. SPRING IN JAPAN The purple spring haze is covering the far distant Fujiyama and the mountains which surround her. The cherry trees that line the river and cover the hillside present a glorious spectacle of pink and white. The garden, which surrounds the house, is filled with many kinds of spring flowers. Even the little nameless flowers are stretching their petals and leaves, telling us that Spring is here. The warbling of cheery songsters gives a signal for the full outburst of spring-tide glory. Out in the green fields, there are a number of young maidens picking little yellow dandelions and lotus flowers, to twist them into garlands. Some of them are singing a spring song. Masa Sugiura, Low Ninth.

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THE STORM Crash! The sound rang out amid the screaming of the gale and the shouts of the sailors. The top gallant on the foremast had split, and now it came to the deck with the speed of a comet. The vessel was of the clipper type, long, thin and high, she was bound from the Ivory Coast to New York with a cargo of ivory, when a gale had caught her with all sails spread. She was about three hundred miles off the southeast coast of Cuba. She had been riding in a steady wind until a half hour before the storm, and then she was caught in a dead calm. Then the storm struck. With the speed of a hawk it pounced on the helpless ship; with the fury of the gods it pounded on her oaken sides; it wrenched and strained her to the innermost timber; she shook like a puppy before a great hound. Her sails were torn to ribbons, her masts and spars were split and cracked and the decks at the base were tearing loose under the giant-like strength of the gale; the rudder was turning listlessly in the helmsman ' s hand and the ship was like a blind thing. But onward she plunged, this way and that. Leaping like a frightened doe, she plunged into a wave, shook her mighty head and repeated the action. Many times was this repeated, each wash of a new wave bringing ano ther problem for the God-fearing sailors who were working like mad to save the ship and its cargo. Rudderless, the ship swung this way and that. It careened and rolled like a drunken thing. Her sides were sprung, her deck cargo was washed overboard, and she was anything but the proud ship that had left just twenty- nine days before for New York. The captain was frantic. He wanted to save his ship and men. There seemed no way to do it. He ordered a life boat launched, but as soon as it touched the water it was dashed to pieces against the side of the vessel. On rode the ship, settling lower, and lower into the water. It would not be long now. Suddenly mounting higher and higher on the crest of a wave she pointed her head skyward and plunged. Like an arrow she went down. Another victim of Neptune ' s wrath. But to the people another unsolved mystery of the sea. George Wills, Loiv Ninth. SPUNKY He is black and white and has hazel eyes, also a tail nine inches long. His face is nicely shaped and his ears are pointed and cunning. I have now introduced you to my pussy cat, one of the younger set of cats in our neighborhood. He is very affectionate at times, although he is often a lively, mischievous cat. Some- times you will wake up in the morning and hear a pitiful Meow at the door, and so you are sorry for him and let him in. Now you ' ve done it, if he is in a lively mood. Of course if he is in a nice, loving mood you are all right, but if not, woe is you, for biting fingers is his specialty. Adventure was born in him, for he loves to run across the street and go into the neigh- bors ' yards and gardens. Also he likes to make you mad, I sometimes think, by going under our next door neighbor ' s front stairs, when you want him, or else under a parked car. His only bad habit is looking at our canary bird, and of course making the bird very nervous, but we soon hope to break him of that. A nut, a ball of string, a piece of paper are things he is fond of. Closets, cupboards, drawers, and so forth are also to his liking. Pussy is only a few months old, and I hope he will live to be a lively cat. ( Patricia Rushton. High Seventh.