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

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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.

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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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spring in the Embryo Feathery green tree, Background against the dijfident blue of the sky. Plebeian sparroivs chirp coarsely. A sprig of greenery pokes shy around the red brick luall, Clothing the soft red brick, Looping loosely around it. And entwines it, lovingly. The air hums absently, Considering abstract problems. A bird of doubtful origin and dusty, bedraggled feathers, Lights upon a telephone wire. Another darts beside him; They chat sociably. Then fly erratically aiuay. The air hums, Takes to itself rare perfume. Becomes laden ivith nectar, drugged with incense. The sun ivarms everything — . — Joel Lee, High Nine. NEVER AGAIN Say, have you ever ridden in an aeroplane, Gertie? No? Well, take my advice and don ' t do it! Why, it ' s worth your life, such as it is. I went for a ride in one of those infernal bird affairs yesterday morning and have just now gotten up. I thought I would collapse if I dared to trust myself on my feet even for one minute. When we were over the lake I walked up to our pilot. I asked him what would happen if something went wrong in the engine. He said to me, ' Lady, we ' d never hear of you again. ' And then he said. And if a wing should fall off, you ' d never live to see my beaming countenance again. ' Then he made an awful grimace at me and told me to ' go sit down, ' I might fall out of the window! Imagine! Speak- ing to me like that! After that he proceeded to do a lot of summersaults with that bird of his. I was on the floor on my face half of the time! See my nose? It ' s all black and blue. What a man! — Phyllis Wisecarver, High Nine.