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

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dered any sick person from bem ' took to the hospital. Come along, then; let ' s git goin ' . They started on their way again, going at a more terrific speed than before, the car careening so at times that it was nothing short of a miracle that it didn ' t turn over. Finally, Miss Sophronia in her fright, began to bang on the window which separated the driver ' s seat from the back seat, trying frantically to ask the driver what in the world the policeman was doing, going in front of them and blowing the siren, and why they were going so fast, ' ' hen the driver did loo back in answer to these frantic gesticulations, all he saw was a white, agonized face which spurred him on to increased speed. It was then that Miss Sophronia became hysterical and famted. W hen they reached the hospital, going straight to the emergency en- trance, attendants rushed Miss Sophronia up to the operating room where she recovered from her famt. She had a difficult time explaining that she came only to visit a friend. — Patricia J. Parrish, High Seven. Christopher Columbus I fonihJ bhu !u the street one night, A-shiv ' rin u ith the cold; I took him home and gai e him food , And hou nn nia did scold. She said he u eren ' t no decent dog, An ' so full o ' dirt and fleas, An ' Pa said he was doggone sure He had some queer disease. But finally , they both agreed That he could lit e u ith us; Noic sis, she got so blazin ' mad, She raised an auful fuss. But J just laughed at her, you see, I didn ' t care a cent, 1 kneu the pup uas safe, because whatever Pa said uent. I named him for Columbus, And called Ifim Chris, for short — Sis u anted it poetical — didn ' t like that sort.

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T)ajfodil Deep in the woodland glade, Close by a rill, Sheltered in darkest shade. Blooms daffodil. Doom to Persephone Plucked she your bloom, Tool of Fate ' s destiny Lured by perfume. — Betty Stearns, Low Nine. A WILD RIDE Late one Saturday afternoon, on the fourth floor of a large de- partment store in New York City, a certain Miss Sophronia Jessup, amid throngs of pushing customers, suddenly happened to look at the store clock and found, to her dismay, that it was four-thirty. She remembered, still more to her consternation, that by five o ' clock she was expected to be at a hospital several miles distant to visit a sick friend. Since visiting hours closed at five, she hastily gathered up her purchases and quickly made her way to the elevators, only to see the top of one, downward bound, just disappearing. While she was waiting, another one passed, full to its capa- city, and not stopping to open its doors. In another minute, a white light twinkled down at the other end of the long row. She hurried to this and was about to step in when she heard the elevator starter say, Going up; going up. Her third attempt in getting an elevator, however, was suc- cessful. Down to the first floor in the crowded elevator, she rode, and you may be sure Miss Sophronia was the first to alight. By sheer force she man- aged to elbow her way through the throng of shoppers and squirm out the front door. She immediately summoned a taxi and her words to the driver were: To Francis Hospital. Be quick, my man; most urgent. (Miss So- phronia always spoke in sharp, jerky phrases.) And then the long re- membered ride began. Up and down hills and through tunnels, the cab raced, until a loud siren sounded directly behind them, and, in a second, a motorcycle, bearing an officer of the law, drew up beside them. Shure an it ' s like a race horse you ' re goin ' . Why the speed, me man? asked a huge, burly Irish policeman. Oh, said the driver, I gotta very sick lady in the car here. I ' m atakin ' her to the hospital. Oh, well, ef thot be the case, nobody kin ever say Dan O ' Mera hin-

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Pa grew to be quite fond o ' him, Ma loved him on the sly; Sis showed him off to all her friends, While pride glowed in her eye. One day he gamboled on the tracks, A train came whizzin ' past; I screamed to him in terror, But poor ' ' Chris had breathed his last! Sis locked the door of her bedroom, And her eyes ivere red, that night; Pa couldn ' t read his paper, And complained of the awful light. Ma cried ivhile gettin ' supper. The smoke was fierce, she said. But I missed him more ' n they did, ' Cause he slept with me in bed. — Jane Malmgren, High Nine. MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY— GOOD-BYE I TRACE MY ANCESTRY back to the English, As a matter of fact, I was hving when the Mayflower sailed. You human beings who boast of having ancestors who came over on it have nothing on me. I came over on it my- self. When I was a boy, I didn ' t like my long name, God-be-with-you, so I shortened it to Good-bye. Much better, don ' t you think? My father and mother, Fare-well and Adieu, came from fine blood. Although I am used generally now, I was known by my old name until I was nearly a young man. My mother, Adieu descended from the French. My father, Fare- well, descended from the Anglo-Saxon. He used to have another name like mine only it was Fare-you-well, which means go-you-well, but he, like me, changed it. I guess it runs in the family. I think I shaU have to change my name again, or name my son, So Long, See-you-later, Toodle-loo, or some one of these slang names by which you call me. This would be a disgrace to my family, as we have permitted only good blood to enter it, and I fear this would mar our good record. I would rather be called by my old name, God-be-with-you, than any of the afore mentioned names. Take pity on a poor, abused, word! — Mary E. Rieber, Loic Nine.