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

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iAtitiimn Ride xhe wild ivind sings as lue ride by, Alone on the trail, my horse and 1. Above lis slopes a hillside steep. Below Its yawns a canyon deep. We canter briskly ' neath the trees. Then out again to greet the breeze That swirls the leaves doivn to the ground, As we pass on, with rust ' ling sound. We round a curve, we ' ve reached the plain — Then swiftly on, with loosened rein. The keen air tingles in my face. As now across the fields we race. Then slowing down into a lope We reach again the upward slope. Tho ' steep the climb, we gain the crest, I draw the rein and pause to rest. Far, far below the city lies; Its ivindows gleam ' neath sunset skies, The air grows chill, we must descend. Our way across the fields to wend. — Lilian Hennessey, High Eight. THE RESCUE The campfire cast shadows on the faces of the men, as they Hstened intently to the stories of Jim, the scout. A ringing shot broke the silence of the dark forest. This was followed by several more. The men jumped up quickly and covered their fire. Jim knew by the sound that the shots came from the place where old man Nel- son had moved his traps. The men crept quietly along the shadows, wading the river edge. To their dismay they saw in the clearing the cabin bursting into flames. They were too late. The Indians had set the fire and killed the old trapper. From one of the bushes near the edge of the river, they heard a muffled scream. There Jim found a little, thirteen-year-old girl crying. He lifted her gently in his arms and they rode with his comrades at a rapid pace. I ' ll save you or I ' ll die, Jim whispered to the frightened child. The Indians were pursuing them. They rode all that night. The next morning they could stop with safety, for the Indians had been left far behind.

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No, certainly not, replied Jerry. In a few minutes they were on their way. Richard opened the con- versation with, I used to go there every day to see if I could find the jewels. What jewels? Perhaps they have something to do with the mystery. By this time they were jumping up the stairs of the belfry. Listen, the bell ' s ringing, ejaculated Jerry. And look, he con- tinued, as they got to the top of the stairs, the bell is ringing the opposite way from the openings! When the excitement was over, Richard began explaining: My great-grandfather was mayor of Dublin in its height. One night his wife ' s jewels were stolen. They hunted and hunted, but they never found the jewels. Gradually the people of the village went elsewhere and my great-grandfather left, too, and that ' s the story. Jerry said, Thanks, and then started swinging the bell back and forth. Suddenly something fell and four objects ran across the floor. Rats, exclaimed Richard, I wonder what fell? But Jerry wasted no time and by then he had seen the whole story. Richard, come here. I guess your great-grandfather ' s jewels are found. The rats made a nest in the bell with them and covered them with straw. But how did they get the jewels? asked Richard. The rats took them, my boy. When they ran back and forth the bell rang. So the Mystery of the Belfry was solved. — Elinor Skimmings, High Seven. Campfire The sparks from our fire Flew into the night, Up to the tops of the trees. And there weren ' t any stars In the sky that night, Not any stars but these. The sparks danced out Of our fire and bleiv Merrily all about To turn into stars When the moon is new And our hemlock fire is out. — Isabel Morrison, Low Eight.

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No, certainly not, replied Jerry. In a few minutes they were on their way. Richard opened the con- versation with, I used to go there every day to see if I could find the jewels. What jewels? Perhaps they have something to do with the mystery. By this time they were jumping up the stairs of the belfry. Listen, the bell ' s ringing, ejaculated Jerry. And look, he con- tinued, as they got to the top of the stairs, the bell is ringing the opposite way from the openings! When the excitement was over, Richard began explaining: My great-grandfather was mayor of Dublin in its height. One night his wife ' s jewels were stolen. They hunted and hunted, but they never found the jewels. Gradually the people of the village went elsewhere and my great-grandfather left, too, and that ' s the story. Jerry said, Thanks, and then started swinging the bell back and forth. Suddenly something fell and four objects ran across the floor. Rats, exclaimed Richard, I wonder what fell? But Jerry wasted no time and by then he had seen the whole story. Richard, come here. I guess your great-grandfather ' s jewels are found. The rats made a nest in the bell with them and covered them with straw. But how did they get the jewels? asked Richard. The rats took them, my boy. When they ran back and forth the bell rang. So the Mystery of the Belfry was solved. — Elinor Skimmings, High Seven. Ca?npfire The sparks from our fire Flew into the night, Up to the tops of the trees. And there ivereyiH any stars In the sky that night, Not any stars but these. The sparks danced out Of our fire and bleiu Merrily all about To turn into stars When the moon is new And our hemlock fire is out. — Isabel Morrison, Low Eight.