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

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Battleships As I was sitting on tloe Joill, I Joappeued to see one day, A fleet of d eat to- gray battlestoips Afloat n pou tloe bay. T ' was evening time, and as I ivatcJoed TJoe Sun dropped sloicly doiun, Ke fleeting from ttoe dreadnoughts ' sides To San Francisco Town. Hoiu peaceful, yet Ijow terrible Tloese steel sea monsters seemed. Lazily tloe smotie porired out, yet Deadly guns from turrets gleamed. War ' s grim actions ttoey portrayed — Destruction, waste, and flglot. Tloen darlz.ness, litie a curtain fell. And blotted all from sigJot. Bill Grannell. THE SHOT Slowly, sedately, with her blond head erect she walked down between the lines of grim guards and took her place. As to any person about to drown or die, little incidents of her life came to her mind all in a rush and jumble. How her mother, dear soul, had tied up her sleeper sleeves to prevent her thumb sucking. The awful feeling of first putting her foot on the principal ' s threshold only to be complimented on her good behavior. Then the unforgiveable and unforgetable day when — A crisp voice barked out two crisp words, Ready — Shoot! It was all over! She had rung the basket and won for dear old Gar- field. Fog TJoe fog drifts silently in Over tloe ivater in long streamers. It lies in a luloite banli above tloe town. Only tall towers and spires of clour does Stand clear of it. If fills tloe canyons and Joangs wtoite wreatJos About tloe hill tops. Gordon Harding Low Seven.

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(returns with a bottle and bandages in her hand. Talks soothingly to the child while fixing the hand.) Now go play with Sister till I call you. (child leaves on left side, Mr. Jones (George) enters on right.) Mr. Jones: (his face and hands are all soapy, he throws his hands wildly around). Mildred! Where ' s the towel? Help! Mildred, where are you? The soap is getting in my eyes and mouth. Mildred! Mildred: Don ' t get excited, George. Here we are. (leads him off stage. Upon returning the phone rings beside the bed.) Why hello Mrs. Smith! (aside, Humph, the old cat. ) To Niagara My, I wish my husband would take me there again. Oh yes, we went there for our honey- moon. And he bought you some new vacation clothes? (aside, I knew she wanted to brag about something. ) You lucky thing, (doorbell rings.) I ' m sorry, my dear, but I think the expressman is at the door. Goodbye, goodbye. (runs off stage, returns talking with expressman.) Mildred: Could you wait a moment? (expressman stands fumbling with hat. Mrs. Jones hurriedly packs the clothes. She is just about to close the last trunk when a little girl comes in.) Girl: Mother, I want to carry my Teddy Bear with me when we ride. Mildred: I ' m sorry, dear. Mother has just finished packing the trunks and can ' t be bothered with your Teddy Bear. (girl starts to cry and whine, sits on floor and starts to kick. In desperation Mildred begins to unpack all the trunks.) Mildred: I can ' t seem to remember which trunk I put it in. (finally finds it in the last one, hands it to girl who leaves. ) Now please don ' t bother me any more, (to expressman) You don ' t mind waiting do you? Expressman: No, mum, but I don ' t think the train will wait. You only have twenty minutes left and it will take at least ten to get there! Mildred: (talking to herself) Oh dear, that old Mrs. Smith always makes me late. There, I think you can take these now. (expressman leaves with trunks. Mr. Jones walks in. Is all dressed except for pants. Has kimona on.) Mr. Jones: I ' ll be ready in a minute, now. Mildred: I ' m so excited I can ' t get my hat on. (puts her hat on backwards, doesn ' t realize mistake) . Mr. Jones: Where ' re my pants? I had them laid over this chair, ready to put on. (looks around with help of Mildred.) Mildred: Were they your gray flannels? Mr. Jones: Why yes. Mildred, don ' t tell me you — you didn ' t — oh Mildred! Mildred: I ' ve packed them with the other things and the express- man ' s gone. (both drop in respective chairs.) (Curtain) Frances Kaufman, High Nine.

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TJje Golden Season Slimmer has gone and Autumn ' s begun And the leaves are dancing and having great fun. With their beautiful colors of orange and broivn They brighten the air as they frolic down. Where are the flowers that recently stood On the hill, by the brook in the wood? And where are the birds that filled the trees And the butterflies and the bumble bees} Golden Autumn has taken these things To guard them and keep them under her wings ' Till spring comes round to call them again To brighten this world of sorrow and pain. Sheila Chandler, High Eight. ' Pines Lullaby The ivhispering lullaby of the pine, On the banks of a sdv ' ry lake. With moonbeams glinting in crystal line, A soothing sleep-song make. As the clear, sweet notes of the bugle die From the crest of a tow ' ring hill, The echo resounds with an eerie cry From lake and pine and rill. From out the silence the ripples sing As clear and sweet as ivine. Their lovely song so soft and loiu. The lullaby of the Fine. Betty Lou Howard, Loiv Nine. Autumn s Lullaby Flarkl ' Tis the mystic call of the wind I hear. The weird howl; the deep-draivn sigh. The gold and crimson leaves appear Against the ever-changing sky. All growing things are noiv at rest. The grapes hang low; the geese fly high. Each seed is deep in its earthy nest. The autumn wind is its lullaby. Constance Robinson, High Seven.