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

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King Sun ' s lAnnouncement The king of the sky sends heralds forth, To announce his coming each morn. First come the servants in blue, ivhite and gray, To tell us the new day is born. Then come the fine ladies in rose, pink and gold Their skirts trailing out o ' er the sky. They seem so fine, with their rainboiv-hued goivns. Those beautiful ladies on high. Next come the king ' s private messengers. They ' re the sunbeams in yellow and gold. Then comes the king of the sky himself. The sun in all glory! Behold! — Betty Lou Howard, Low Eight. JINX A GROUP OF AIRPLANES Circled the airport. On the ground sat James Wilson, U. S. Army. He was speaking to a captain nearby about the beautiful precision of the manoeuvers of a cer- tain biplane. He said, Say, Captain, I think I ' ll take that ship up tomor- row; I sure like the way it handles. I agree with you, Wilson, was the rep ly, her performance is mar- velous, but perhaps you should know she is a jinx ship; every man who flies her dies within a year. All foolish superstition, returned Wilson, I ' m going to take old X-13 up tomorrow. Have your own way, I ' ll not interfere, answered the captain, but I think it ' s a jinx and yet, have your own way. So next day Wilson took up the X-13 as he had planned, and he was delighted with her performance. When he came down, he sought out the captain and said to him, Say, captain, that ship may be a jinx, but it flies better than anything I ever saw and I ' m going to keep on flying her. Ah, but she ' ll get you in the end — that ' s her motto, you know, I always kill my flier. ' Enough of such foolishness! Really you get on my nerves, said the irritated Wilson. Get on your nerves? Well, it may, replied his companion but to change the subject, how do you like that new gas we ' re using? Fine, was the very bored answer. Then one day he (Wilson) had a change of heart. His nerve was shat- tered. He feared the plane that had been his favorite, and he was in a ter- rible state of apprehension and fear.

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In fact, he even quit the air corps of which he had been a very enthusi- astic member. His nerve was completely shattered and he shunned any- thing with any risk to it. It was all because of that jinx ship. But, after ten months in this condition, he decided that if he was going to die, he was going to die, and once more joined the Air Force. He even went back to his old plane, the X-13. Then one day while he was warming up his deadly craft, she began to miss, and then backfire. Just cold, he said to himself, and gave her the gun. Wilson flew high that day; higher than usual. At a great height, his motor sputtered and then died. He thought of the jinx. Suddenly, the captain ' s voice came through the radio, Your ship is on fire; take to your chute. Wilson made all haste to do just that, but in his frantic thaste he pulled the ring too soon, and his chute caught in the tail surfaces of his plane. He shrieked in agony. So died the only man who ever flew this jinx and lived a year, and he Hved just three hundred sixty-six days. — Loren Caffee, Low Nine. {NO SHANGHAI DURING THE WAR Shanghai is divided into four main sections, the International settle- ment, the Chinese city, and Chapei. We were refugees in the French settlement within a mile and a half of the firing line. One night a bomb landed on the street on which we lived, but we were not in as much danger as one might think, for Japan knew if they started fighting in the International settlement the other countries of the world would be involved. The rattle of machine guns, the rumble of cannon reached our ears as we sat in the evening reading the newspaper or wondering what would happen next. Hundreds upon hundreds of the Chinese that lived in Chapei were fleeing into the International settlement for safety. The streets were thronged with people using all modes of travel, conveying them and their few belongings to safety. At ten o ' clock a curfew blew. Anyone found in the streets after that hour spent the night in jail. Every night for a solid month we could hear the bombs, shells, and machine guns, while every once in a while a French tank or armored car would go by our door with guns bristling patroling the streets of the French settlement. The ruin caused by the war was terrible, but that is another story. — David L. Weeks, Low Eight.